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AzzGab => Azzerae's World => Topic started by: AZZERAE on April 08, 2021, 07:03:11 AM
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Go on. Shoot!
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Migrate will posts from the old forum?
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Migrate will posts from the old forum?
If you mean the previous AzzGab, unfortunately, because I was not hosting the site myself, all is lost.*
If you are referring to BellGab, once the archive site becomes available, I will create new threads in homage of those old ones here.
*The good news is this current iteration of AzzGab is backed up, so it will never be lost again.
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If you mean the previous AzzGab, unfortunately, because I was not hosting the site myself, all is lost.*
If you are referring to BellGab, once the archive site becomes available, I will create new threads in homage of those old ones here.
*The good news is this current iteration of AzzGab is backed up, so it will never be lost again.
Oh well...
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-COL Manly
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What pronouns do you go by and how do you explain your white rage
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how do you explain your white rage
Justified.
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Justified.
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/justified
justified
1. To demonstrate or prove to be just, right, or valid:
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https://www.thefreedictionary.com/justified
justified
1. To demonstrate or prove to be just, right, or valid:
I'll allow it.
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I'll allow it.
You're irrelevant.
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You're irrelevant.
Deflect! Deflect! Deflect!
I am NOT here to entertain YOU, Jack!
This doesn't look like any kind of kayfabe to me.
I can always go back further if you like.
Can we post baby pictures?
He's still in damn good shape for an alkie olde phart.
My father, at the age of eighty, put up one hell of a fight when I hauled him out of my car and sat his ass down in his wheelchair before I drove off. He wanted to pull the side mirror off my car as I drove by, I saw it in his eyes—oh Lawdy, was he pissed that day, to have been #OUTPLAYED, he thought for sure he was gonna suicide by cop that night—but he knew as well as I did, at that point, that he was better off hiding his true Aryan strength from the aid workers, as he knew he had lost his last, best chance he had left to trick me into kidnapping him. Good College try, Dad, but that dog didn't hunt. (They let you in? Kudos.)
At that point, by that time, going for his own jugular was his last best hope, he probably thought. If only he could have remembered where I put it for him. Back and to the left, Apu.
He had already pulled off this "attempted self-abduction/'take me home!!!'/abusive coercion" with my mother the month before, and it had been a hell of a racket. "Come back! He can't have that device with him at home! He's supposed to have that proton pack changed out every 36 hours! It'll blow!! BRING BACK THAT DEVICE IT COSTS $38K!!!" (True story, some dude on the phone was fuckin' screaming at me about it... like I gave a shit.) "Bring back the device! Rip it off his feet if you have to—" *click*
I'll be honest: it sounded like a script. Fuck that guy. (Is there room?) And, as well: see above, in regard to shit-giving. No fucks left either at that point. In any case, when it was my turn in the bucket, I pretty much had to break that old man's fingers clean off--*snap*, he was hanging on to Camryleah's passenger's seat belt like it was the last bottle of Tokaji left in the world--and let me tell you, for an an alkie olde phart he put up one hell of a row.
Probably a lot like (PROTECTED) did while she was being strangled to death.
Yeah (https://youtu.be/wL7PTzl6Z7c?t=3906).
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https://youtu.be/6QVbjQxiez8
This doesn't look like any kind of kayfabe to me.
[...]
I can explain (https://youtu.be/STS2L50ggIc?t=0).
You really—simply do not want to know.
Scientists [...] HORRIFIC
Do not panic.
I'm Here.
You're irrelevant.
PEOPLE KNOW.
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Can we post baby pictures?
I'd really rather not.
(https://i.postimg.cc/vmPsNQXB/Baby.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
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I'd really rather not.
I'll refrain from posting them on the train to Spain.
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I'll refrain from posting them (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=46.msg6108#msg6108) on the train to Spain.
Coulis,
https://youtu.be/Ume_7GN4KEwhttps://youtu.be/YYtBF1OVciU
(https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP._qsPvBbtD2G7LCUmBpn1VwHaDP&pid=Api)
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We love you Azz. You are still with us, right? :-*
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We love you Azz. You are still with us, right? :-*
https://voca.ro/13YLui0yJGcf
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https://voca.ro/13YLui0yJGcf
Oh, my poor dear J.S.A.K. don't cry. Azz loves you. He may not always post, but he's with us. :-*
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I noticed that there is no "Ask Azz anything thread"
So I used my creativity and made one.
I'll start first.
Do you suck cock?
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Second question.
Azz, how you doin' - is everything OK with you??
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Psst, Teddy (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=profile;u=2631):
Topic: Ask Azzerae Anything (Read 456 times) (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=46)
http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=46
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Azz.
Would You Accept My Nomination Of peter the pate
As The AssGrabber Of The Year
?? ??
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Azz,
do you think that Dave Schrader with his new show would be a welcomed addition on Azzgab ??
Introducing The Paranormal 60 with Dave Schrader.
(watch this video at 1.5 speed on YouTube)
Normal speed is just too slow. Save your precious time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_PVdJy7G94&t=73s
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How are you, bitch?
Say somethi'
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DON'T PLAY HARD TO GET....
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OK, FUCK YOU ZULU SNOB!!
I HATE YOU TOO.
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MY USERNAME IS LONGER THAN YOURS, zulu bitch
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FUCKING CUNT IS LOGIN IN AND OUT
several times in the last 3 hours -
and is not posting anything.
What are doing, jerking off to our posts and going back to sleep.
White nigger.
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OK, SNOBBY ZULU CUNT,
one day (very very soon) [any day now] I will Logout and will stop posting.
And just so you know, bitch, I have a software to erase all my posts here.
You will be left with nothing, besides few 'gems' posted by Jack.
You will go back to playing with chicken bones and water buffalo dung.
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99% of the user base on this forum want you banned (excluding me).
So I don't think you threatening to log out and GO AWAY is all that devastating a premise.
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Oh, and as for you demanding I devote my undivided attention to you-- where were you all this time?
You've in absentia for a good while, maybe years even.
Why should I cater to your every whim if you're just gonna leave again?
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99% of the user base on this forum want you banned (excluding me).
So I don't think you threatening to log out and GO AWAY is all that devastating a premise.
SURE BECOME MV 2.0
AND LISTEN TO ALL THE CUNTS WHO OWN YOU
BECAUSE THEY DONATE MONEY TO YOU.
Fucking ball-less beggar.
You will never be a woman.
Might as well be a ...coward.
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MV banned you.
I pretty much don't do bans.
I don't take payola.
So, back to my question.
Where've you been?
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Oh, and as for you demanding I devote my undivided attention to you-- where were you all this time?
You've in absentia for a good while, maybe years even.
Why should I cater to your every whim if you're just gonna leave again?
WATCHING OVER YOU SO YOU DON'T SLASH YOUR VEINS.
But now I don't care.
GO FOR IT!!
I will gladly guide the razor blade length-wise across your veins.
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You and I had some really good times on BellGab.
Too bad its gone!
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I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
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DON'T SLASH YOUR VEINS
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FUCKING CUNT IS LOGIN IN AND OUT
several times in the last 3 hours -
and is not posting anything.
What are doing, jerking off to our posts and going back to sleep.
White nigger.
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I HATE YOU TOO
I don't hate you.
I don't even dislike you.
In fact, I am fond of you.
No matter what anyone says.
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I don't hate you.
I don't even dislike you.
In fact, I am fond of you.
No matter what anyone says.
BITCH,
why do you fuck with my logging!!
Or fucking ban me completely or stop fucking with my logging till you do ban me completely.
I had to ask my hacker buddy to let me get back here.
Don't wet your panties Azzie, I ain't to overstay my welcome...BIG SHOT.
Couple of points.
1). How much money Innrreach aka Analreach offered you to bann me?
$100US , $500US
That amount for you is a huge amount these days, since you are struggling financially.
OR DID YOU RECEIVED FEW OFFERS OF MONEY FROM VARIOUS SNOWFLAKES HERE TO BANN ME
THAT MADE THAT 99% OF WEAKLINGS thatYOU WERE TALKING ABOUT.
Anyhow...
I was under impression that you have some level of sense of humor, and being a cartoon "artist"
you would take many of my posts, (including the ones in this threads) as fun play on words, -
99% of the other homo or pedo pukes here, (since they made this board their degenerate nest)
are so fucking stiff that of course they got triggered and irritated that dude with bad English runs circles around them.
But, you BIYCH,-??, having no perception that I was joking and verbally frolicking with you
is very sad and fucking disappointing.
As an artist I thought that you will get the subtexts. But I guess you're too stiff, too.
Tho, I shouldn't be surprised judging by the constant themes of your cartoons,
that are always so fucking depressed and sad and full of blood and ...suicidal.
I GUESS YOU CAN ONLY BE FUNNY WHEN YOU MAKE BLOODY SUICIDAL CARTOONS, Azz.
Where was I for all this time?
Inside of your fucking mind --- telling you not to kill your self.
BUT NOW YOU SILENCED ME.
SO GO FOR IT.
PAY THE PRICE FOR YOUR SIN.
I GUESS YOU NEED TO GO BACK.
YOU FAILED THE TEST THIS LIFE TIME.
Oh, and as for you demanding I devote my undivided attention to you-- where were you all this time?
You've in absentia for a good while, maybe years even.
Why should I cater to your every whim if you're just gonna leave again?
Enjoy your board with few lame boring dolts who are, or, constantly fighting with each others,
or posting music videos or other videos without any commentaries.
Lame stale fucking shit that lacks any level of pheromones.
Skunk's farthing make more excitement than those few dolts that you have posting here.
One of them is extremely active, same as he was on BellGab.
I hope you will award him "THE AzzGabber of The Year" following MV's steps.
Azz,
PLEASE BAN ME OR DEACTIVATE MY ACCOUNT NOW.
We have no more reason to be in touch.
You showed me your weakness - and it's ugly.
I GOT IT.
MAYBE IN THE NEXT LIFETIME.
Oh, and now you can shove your whole head inside of Innerreach's anus.
I'M SURE HIS G-SPOT WILL LOVE IT TO FEEL the TOP OF YOUR SKULL.
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why do you fuck with my logging!!
Or fucking ban me completely or stop fucking with my logging till you do ban me completely.
I had to ask my hacker buddy to let me get back here.
I didn't fuck with your logging. At all.
I'm not going to ban you, at any point.
I know that's your little game: you try push push push an admin to their limits in order to get banned, and then play victim.
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PLEASE BAN ME OR DEACTIVATE MY ACCOUNT NOW
No. Its not my fault that you're addicted to posting bullshit.
Exercise some self control and leave the board of your own volition if you don't like the way things are going.
But I'm not going to be blamed for banning you again, because thats your repetitive schtick.
Just GO AWAY if you want to GO AWAY. Stop threatening to leave like a petulant child.
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DID YOU RECEIVED FEW OFFERS OF MONEY FROM VARIOUS SNOWFLAKES HERE TO BANN ME
THAT MADE THAT 99% OF WEAKLINGS thatYOU WERE TALKING ABOUT.
I didn't receive any cash money offers to have you banned.
People simply feel you're ruining the site, but I as admin don't see it that way.
I currently have a no ban policy, and I'll stand by it.
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How much money Innrreach offered you to bann me?
$100US , $500US
Nothing. I.R. didn't offer me any amount of money to have you disappeared.
He simply stated that he thought you should be banned, and I disagreed with him.
You're not important enough for anyone to be spending money on making you GO AWAY.
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BUT NOW YOU SILENCED ME.
Silenced you how?
You're still here, your account is not restricted in any way whatsoever, and I've allowed you to express yourself completely-- uninterrupted.
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I don't take bribes, in any form or fashion.
Just for the record.
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I don't take bribes, in any form or fashion.
Just for the record.
Do you take records?
;D
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Do you take records?
I grew up in the era of the compact disc!
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I grew up in the era of the compact disc!
I liked those as well. I have none of either now. Well, not true. I have a handful of Monty Python albums somewhere.
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Your avatar is so cute.
:)
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Your avatar is so cute.
:)
Thanks!
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What's good to eat while guzzling a shitload of boxed wine while watching television 24/7 for the next four weeks? Asking for a friend.
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What's good to eat while guzzling a shitload of boxed wine while watching television 24/7 for the next four weeks? Asking for a friend.
Pure lard.
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Pure lard.
This was actually first on my list, but I was looking for something that offers a little more variety on the palate. I'm looking at several options to change things up: I figure I can watch Twin Peaks on repeat at least seven times, since the GoBox will be playing 24/7 while I sleep, but... look, I've done this shit before.
Around day four, my tummy is gonna get antsy. Telling me to swallow lard is not advice I have not come across before, Boyo. If it were that simple, everyone would be here asking.
Get real.
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Get real.
Coconut water?
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What do I search on Patreon? I searched your name and can’t find you, Azzarae.
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What do I search on Patreon? I searched your name and can’t find you, Azzarae.
Check your PM.
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Azzerae’s Patreon
https://www.patreon.com/m/6487407/posts
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Coconut water?
Car Matahari where are you? No I don't think it dispenses coconut water but nevertheless — promises made promises kept promises delivered and no I'm not giving all caps to you no you have to be cleared for caps
I can't giggle the same way anymore my time circuit starts doing weird shit I'll get used to it talk to you later
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Pure lard.
I hope it helps you to know that you WERE mistaken and I don't resent it, although it fucking mystifies me why you couldn't just fucking ask. I mean security protocol would be one perfectly acceptable answer but I didn't get any fucking education so discuss it later it's not important now other than satisfy my curiosity about you and all your environs and your little ninja 10 thing garden gang yeah you guys are awesome Yakuza for life
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Azzerae’s Patreon
https://www.patreon.com/m/6487407/posts
Does it accept cryptolard or just soul-encrypted retards w/lard:spare? Oh, you're tired. Imagine/Fancy that. No I don't have any crystal +Paladin’s On Her+ but if I did it probably wouldn't be something I could give to you, although I don't know if I'm new here, I have a check with the local customs office coming up.
And believe me, DQ Brassy Braizer + “Fresh Paladin” (No. Just no.), I don't know what the hell you got going on, but I hope it's a blizzard, that might be the best you can go/hope for right now. I like mine with the Heath Bar thank you, and if he isn't there we're going to have a wake in His bar, oh he probably doesn't remember his name well whatever he'll wake up soon enough—HEATH. E. R.? Well don't worry there's plenty more of those to go around ;)
Yeah I know she's a cop but I still love her, so what I love lots of cops, there's probably a fucking list of all the cops in the world who love me too cuz it's got to be a matter of State secrecy now, it doesn't matter a lot of people are cops so what you just kill all the cops you can just kill all the pigs I don't care how hungry you were, that's fucking bad news, you want to get away from paying a ticket, fuck you there's rules. (No, she's not a cop, she's a whole fucking diamond mine shaft to big dozers big copperland under the sea, lol, look did you actually believe she was fooling anybody??? unglaublich so, well, I guess you thought I was retard before that too so that just further insured that you would never bother to check your binary base association assumptions? Yeah I'm not surprised they sent me to back you up you're kind of a little too fast on the draw there, Cookie, yes I know that offended you because that's not your name and I know who that is and you know who that is so that really triple offended you didn't well I was kind of the point lady baby whipper will judge you baby... But I never will slam)
You want to get away from intergalactic bounty hunters, there's also rules and you might want to have a friend who happens to have a unique set of qualification skills abilities and the balls and the vapor to fucking know how to do it like a dragonsoul would. And by it I mean offer sanctuary and by do it I mean the fucking sanctuary ritual so get your ass over here to clown Town sky on Marsh Field. Did you have a great bar there? I bet you have something else there now.
And yeah I minored in dragonslaying (of course) I have dragonsoul trophies of course they are carrying with him, where the fuck would I put my dragon soul trophies other than with Me? Yeah I wouldn't expect you to answer that kind of virtual question at your level of spiritual development. Of course I'm hungry. Of course there's no one here to make me a sandwich! there's no one here at all LEVEL:zero/nothing. (metricton shitloads of ghosts. cozey) No I'm not going to make my invisible Ninja guard team make me a sandwich or you fucking nuts for one thing they can't cook for another they'd have to stand down their guard for a third it would be insulting for 4th no I can't eat their food cuz they're they're not clean, no I actually can't eat it but it's complicated they have to have their own thing cos/sin EXACTLY THIS: Reasons of/to4 staydaylit, Lightstar Knight. I love you, Jeremy, AND OBVIOUSLY GOD LOVES YOU A LOT TOO COZ LIKE HE SENT ME TO YOU! THREE BLOODY TIMES CHAMP/CHIMP! /grinny I hope your heart is healed. Or else it's going to disintegrate at superluminal velocities, and no one wants that, except maybe that saucy minx of a daughter you got, yeah you were loaded before, I bet you're fucking packing it in now, haha, yeah you go all in and I'll call. #P.S.Halo-OMMM
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You're irrelevant.
I'll be outside in the rain long enough to be triangulated. This ought to help.
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You know I am such a Chubby Chaser, Azz.
Do utilize this PMSystem for my requirements, puh-sleaze?
For a fiend?
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Come again?
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System for my requirements, puh-sleaze?
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This garbage.
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my requirements
Actual needles.
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Dude seems to have hit the bottle a bit too hard last night.
He's not a shut-in ass square like I, obvs.
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Dude seems to have hit the bottle a bit too hard last night.
Suck my fat one, you two-bit dimestory pillhound thuggyhood ponce. I am in no mood for your feeble attempts to diminish the shine on my character. You wanna go butterfly effect, it'll be tyme for butterfly knyves. WITCH. (Written before our delightful braintrust session. We should have been on Podbean, honestly.)
He's not a shut-in ass square like I, obvs.
I don't even know who you are--and neither do We/eYe\They. Unconscious flight upon any triggering of your trauma-based mind conditioning is really not a good look for you.
But you do wear it well when you can. Much love, homo/gay Brother--THE GUARDIAN SPIRITS OF TURTLE ISLAND HAVE BEEN PLACATED.
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Suck my fat one, you two-bit dimestory pillhound thuggyhood ponce. I am in no mood for your feeble attempts to diminish the shine on my character. You wanna go butterfly effect, it'll be tyme for butterfly knyves. WITCH. (Written before our delightful braintrust session. We should have been on Podbean, honestly.)
I don't even know who you are--and neither do We/eYe\They. Unconscious flight upon any triggering of your trauma-based mind conditioning is really not a good look for you.
But you do wear it well when you can. Much love, homo/gay Brother--THE GUARDIAN SPIRITS OF TURTLE ISLAND HAVE BEEN PLACATED.
This reminds me... I'll be going live tonight on Podbean @ 10 pm Central Time with Azzerae and Grapefruit.
There will be nudity.
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I'll be going live tonight on Podbean @ 10 pm Central Time with Azzerae and Grapefruit.
No contact Shaw. Will not attend live--believe me, let it settle in: the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle is powerful, real, and if it ain't Prime and/or Alpha, it's Elle Bee/LB\Lord British The Pretender. (Good get in any case.) And I'm impressed the announcement isn't a mocking, half-falsetto half-barely-legal suckerfish trapgift, "Oh hey, we've been ignoring you and talking shit behind your back FOR FUCKING MONTHS, ACTUAL MULTIPLE FORTNIGHTS, YOU DOUCHEBAG, WANNA COME? SINCE I AM ASKING YOU EXACTLY 5 MINUTES AFTER YOU JUST SAID,"Well, it was nice to spend the day with you Sweetie, good talks from breakfast to supper, time for bed, hey where's my toothbrush? Can you hand it to me the next time you suck someone's dick? No, hahha, not my dick, lol, you playin'--you know that -simply isn't done-, Dame Lady,"--which, obviously, is a fuckin' kickass invitation, especially when the true facts of the attendance plans aren't actually revealed.
Like, "Me and Azz doing another bullshit 1:1 semi-scripted A.I. construct-convo", and "Me and Azz doing the same thing with an -actual- woman," is an obvious difference, but now, hey--look at you: you're actually posting a message on a public forum! Are you gonna delete it, like 15 minutes from now? Is it gonna self-destruct? Or are ya gonna have to click the buttons to delete it yourself, pretending to be doing it like a coward, but instead, doing it with the right nuance? Asking for an auditor's records.
There will be nudity.
Fuck her blue. (Leave the blow-by-blow out of the transcript, would you please? Not only will that accelerate the rate at which I will get that document to me--oh, and can you have that emailed to me direct? hahah, just kidding, I know you use SMS for all your important document transmittals, you know, like fan mail, police reports, accountancy reports, TPS reports, sight-unseen-yet-legally-binding real estate negotiations, and slash-fic Fifty Shades reboots starring Mrs. Paul, Ethel Merman, and Ether Mermaid (my favorite fuckin' mer by far fuckin' far)--because I have an actual life, Dude.
I could give a shit that you obviously don't know what is going on in legitimately consensual 3D reality, where I reside. (House so comfy.) Look, it's like this: I'm embarassed that you have been reduced to this. Your handlers are to blame, whomever-the-fuck they be, whether they're guilty of letting you run around unattended, or, whether they should have made sure you didn't roll right off the fuckin' res where the sidewalk ends, or what have you, Man... look, you're a fuckin' mess on this one here.
You fuckin' bailed and vanished MONTHS ago, you been talking to a bunch of mealy-mouthed, lyin' bitch-assed bastard bitch-baby whiney ass cuntfucking cuntblasters -exclusively- ever since (which is fine) and you haven't bothered to take the basic time to take the basic precautions to check in even at all, let alone basically, with ME, JACKSTAR: MESSENGER TO AND FOR AND OF YOUR DREAMS, THAT MESSAGE BEING: "Wake up, time to try to remember you were In_Astral, In_Control; MICHAEL IS GONNA ROW THAT DAMNED HOT DAMN BEAN TO THE DAMN SHORE, BELEIVE IT." Like, what the fuck are you even thinking?
"Jackstar is just some brain-addled attention whore, I know for certain there's no deeper subtext I am missing"? Is that it? Tell you what: you run your mouth and I'll run my business, and when you're done hiding behind the great County of Cowlitz and their whiney bitchey sleepey dick'n'ass lickin' IT IS AN EMERGENCY, NO REALLY, SEE THOSE CIRCLED WAGONS? DAS REAL LYFE YO fresh country fuckin' farm fuckin' bullshit assblasting horseshit black P.R. with New! and Improved! total fucking horseshit, yeah, you fucking cunts need ten fucking months to wall me off -- LITERALLY A DIGITAL WALL, YOU TEXAN STARFUCKING HOSEBAG -- and then instead of, you know, tracking down any actual malfeasance, y'all are just spinning your wheels in the fuckin' MUD, looking to make me look bad, looking to make me waste time hauling dirt and ass up and down the goddam hill and block for NO fuckin' REASON... uhm, yeah. I am sure your Core Audience can hardly wait. Champin' at the bit, ain'tcha? Call Gerardo, maybe you'll get some extra time in order to take another stab at crackin' that fuckin' Al Capone vault, you I.R.S. cockgobbling snob-gobblin' TRAITOR TO YOUR GODBLESSED COUNTRY. (Seriously, how do you even fuckin' live with yourself without succumbing to the what-must-be ever-present soul-panging desire to flush your own damn self down the G-d damn TOILET DRAIN WITH EXTRA DRAINO, every time you shit, right? I fuckin' bet. Just to get a chance to apologize to God before the Holy Throne, because you know full-on, full fuckin' well:
You motherfuckers fucked this whole fucking thing up for no reason other than to chap my ass and share hers around the Inner Clique, For Your Eyes Only, right? How many times did she get timecloned with the tunnel tech? Oh, never mind, I retract the question... obviously, that would be a Clas. integer, and I have no need to know how many times you utter fag captains sinned in the eyesight of God by crossing time border portal streams for the duplication of immortal porpoises with slighty tacky and totesammoral edible candy wardrobes with extra Day of the Week panties... X-tra, now do I? Nah, man. Not really. (Great practice for you though. Practice, practice, suck Carnegie's dick, and practice. God bless you, every one.)
Dibs on any wishbones from any cracked sternums that may perhaps expose themselves. Also, p.s.: I can't risk the fuckin' No Contact situation, but I want you to know: at this point, I probably would still say the same thing to you, whether it were possible at all, or even if you hadn't demonstrated a consistent lack of respect in all your communications with, not just me, but EVERYONE... so, break a fuckin' leg, why don't you? C'mere and let me push, that's a good lad.
Oh wait, I forgot: "good pussy." My bad. Break a leg.
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Come again?
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Dude seems to have hit the bottle a bit too hard last night.
He's not a shut-in ass square like I, obvs.
C'mon, Man!
If you can decrypt MethStar's posts, that one of mine should be child's play.
Of course, you have forgotten your:
Quote from: AZZERAE on 7/29/2022, 1:40:15 PM
As his apprentice sorcerer, I'd be happy to mail you some 8 by 10's.
On AzzGab, of course.
Don't play coy, it makes you seem like a tease!
To show that there are no hard feelings, Hear:
https://youtu.be/Bb-a9J36E8g
Of course, you could always fulfill my request by posting the image in question here in this thread, thereby avoiding all that distasteful and awkward PMS stuff...
Nautical Shore?
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This reminds me... I'll be going live tonight on Podbean @ 10 pm Central Time with Azzerae and Grapefruit.
There will be nudity.
How about a link to it?
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How about a link to it?
Oh, there are clear security issues here. I wouldn't expect a publicly display link to be the actual link to the actual interview, it'll be a decoy.
There could very well be as many as three or four fake interviews with fake people and the real people talking about the real stuff will be not be just open just to anyone.
Now I know that you are of above average intelligence, and I know that you must know a bit more about things than you appear to, but you don't strike me as somebody who would willingly make themselves look utterly naive, unless there were a significantly impressive vagina
Wow, thanks voice recognizer, impressive agenda behind it, that is. I swear sometimes I wonder if the Tyrell Corporation is behind the voice recognition software that plays tricks on people but then men again maybe not.
On a roll today. How's by you? Today, I am positively loathed for my freedoms.
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Oh, there are clear security issues here. I wouldn't expect a publicly display link to be the actual link to the actual interview, it'll be a decoy.
There could very well be as many as three or four fake interviews with fake people and the real people talking about the real stuff will be not be just open just to anyone.
Now I know that you are of above average intelligence, and I know that you must know a bit more about things than you appear to, but you don't strike me as somebody who would willingly make themselves look utterly naive, unless there were a significantly impressive vagina
Wow, thanks voice recognizer, impressive agenda behind it, that is. I swear sometimes I wonder if the Tyrell Corporation is behind the voice recognition software that plays tricks on people but then men again maybe not.
On a roll today. How's by you? Today, I am positively loathed for my freedoms.
Since I wasn’t addressing you I’ll just go ahead and ignore this. ;)
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Oh, there are clear security issues here. I wouldn't expect a publicly display link to be the actual link to the actual interview, it'll be a decoy.
There could very well be as many as three or four fake interviews with fake people and the real people talking about the real stuff will be not be just open just to anyone.
Now I know that you are of above average intelligence, and I know that you must know a bit more about things than you appear to, but you don't strike me as somebody who would willingly make themselves look utterly naive, unless there were a significantly impressive vagina
Wow, thanks voice recognizer, impressive agenda behind it, that is. I swear sometimes I wonder if the Tyrell Corporation is behind the voice recognition software that plays tricks on people but then men again maybe not.
On a roll today. How's by you? Today, I am positively loathed for my freedoms.
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Since I wasn’t addressing you I’ll just go ahead and ignore this. ;)
Oh, Trollda!?
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I would’ve listened but whatever. Enjoy your shared faggotry, posers.
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I would’ve listened but whatever. Enjoy your shared faggotry, posers.
HAHAHA! You always were the cute one.. ;)
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HAHAHA! You always were the cute one.. ;)
Yep, and you and Jack: both bald. It’s a good thing at least some women go for that kinda thing out there. :P
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Yep, and you and Jack: both bald. It’s a good thing at least some women go for that kinda thing out there. :P
Jack and I are bald because we’re both insufferable assholes. As far as females go, I have absolutely zero qualms with fuc**** my hand if it keeps me from prison.🤷
Also, Jackstar has a micropenis.
#Truth
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Jackstar has a micropenis.
I'm probably compensating for something.
at least some women go for that kinda thing out there.
Most of them really only just lay there and sneer. Kids these days think they invented everything.
:P
Oh, this takes me back. Tell it slow.
we’re both insufferable assholes.
No, you are!
Jack and I are bald
You are a skinhead. I am bold. Get it straight, Meth-Mouth.
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Enjoy your shared faggotry, posers.
I know that feel, Bro. Now, attend:
Everyone here is hypermegapissed at me. Go fig. To what might you think I owe the pleasure? And, just as I make this post, I get one of them notifications from my supposedly deleted Google Account, telling me that supposedly I should log into it to supposedly get messages.
Supposedly.
It's nice getting messages, isn't it? I sure hope so, because I've arranged all this, just to get a few messages to me from you alone. This has taken no small amount of doing.
Now, for my next trick: watch me pull this rabbit out of a hate.
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I know that feel, Bro. Now, attend:
Everyone here is hypermegapissed at me. Go fig. To what might you think I owe the pleasure? And, just as I make this post, I get one of them notifications from my supposedly deleted Google Account, telling me that supposedly I should log into it to supposedly get messages.
Supposedly.
It's nice getting messages, isn't it? I sure hope so, because I've arranged all this, just to get a few messages to me from you alone. This has taken no small amount of doing.
Now, for my next trick: watch me pull this rabbit out of a hate.
That does it, Jack. I really think that I need to move in with you out there to be your live in therapist. Invite Azz out too and I’ll give you a two for one special. You can pay for his therapy. I’ll Dr. Landy the shit out of you two. I warn you in advance though that my therapy sometimes involves small doses of electrocution. It’s not medically harmful and can really advance the therapy. It’s gonna cost you a sizable chunk of that trust fund though but I think you really need this. I really do.
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That does it, Jack. I really think that I need to move in with you out there to be your live in therapist. Invite Azz out too and I’ll give you a two for one special. You can pay for his therapy. I’ll Dr. Landy the shit out of you two. I warn you in advance though that my therapy sometimes involves small doses of electrocution. It’s not medically harmful and can really advance the therapy. It’s gonna cost you a sizable chunk of that trust fund though but I think you really need this. I really do.
Oh, lawdy Jesus, I'll fucking pay for it!
Just fix him already! 🙏
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Oh, lawdy Jesus, I'll fucking pay for it!
https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/kuczi
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It should go without saying that I have not asked you for a transcript or recording, and I don't really expect you to tell me whether or not I'm going to get one, and I know for a fact I'm not going to sneak in there and spy, and I also don't have any belief that you have any recognition of what's been happening tonight.
Oh, Trollda!?
No contact Shaw. This is not a game to me. I'm not giving up on you, (Blank).
p.s.: the girl with the (blank) tattoo is infuriated beyond all measure. Reasons behind this development remain unclear at this time.
p.p.s.: I wonder how The Niggerlord is liking his new digs, whatever they were. I don't wish him any further ill —never did, really, but when it came up, I gave it due process of thought and came up with the number: 30. Years, that is. I have no idea if that's enough, but I know that I don't want to deal with him anytime sooner than that.
p.p.p.s.: “Feathernigger and Co.” probably sounds like a great name for a corporate private prison that is wholly owned & operated by leprechaun demon hunters, but if you ask me, it sounds a little too obvious.
p.p.p.p.s.: Leigh is trying to manifest in through here, mostly unasked for here, right? Okay, so get this: she didn't get what she wanted, and has walked out the door and hasn't returned for Quite some time. Hopefully she'll return with a collection of small herbs, potent twigs & berries, and access to the knowledge she left locked in a meat locker.
p.p.p.p.p.s.: She's so smart, she knows she's already blown it, the whole thing; how could she have known? Well it would have been a different shapeshifter if someone had simply asked me what was up, and I suppose she might have thought once or twice that SRA was on the table as a factor, but it's hard for some people to recognize that they've been had.
p^6.s.: It is usually at this point in the story that everyone gives up and leaves me alone. However, things are different now: it feels like Destiny, because it is.
p^7.s.: It would seem that My Mother, The ArchLich, as well as My Mommy’s Estate's Lawyer, are both really upset with the people who have been taking advantage of me — or trying to, rather. According to telemetry I'm seeing, they're not trying to do much of anything right now, courtesy of “Bass, The Big Tuna Sandwich w/Manservant Bruce,“ lol him ¡ollo!
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That does it, Jack. I really think that I need to move in with you out there to be your live in therapist. Invite Azz out too and I’ll give you a two for one special. You can pay for his therapy. I’ll Dr. Landy the shit out of you two. I warn you in advance though that my therapy sometimes involves small doses of electrocution. It’s not medically harmful and can really advance the therapy. It’s gonna cost you a sizable chunk of that trust fund though but I think you really need this. I really do.
Standards.
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I wasn’t addressing you
Who threw the last punch? I'm f****** dying over here, I got to know. Was there any tourniquet involvement? Tell it slow.
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Just fix him already! 🙏
I'm not allowed to get a vasectomy. It's a hazmat issue.
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If you can decrypt MethStar's posts...mine should be child's play.
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Hey Azz! What do you think about making a video wearing these? ;) :-*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qe4CHWulnDs
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What do you think about making a video wearing these?
I'd probably slip in 3 seconds flat, crack my skull open, and have my brains leaking all over the ground!
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I'd probably slip in 3 seconds flat, crack my skull open, and have my brains leaking all over the ground!
... brains? Maybe--if they're isolinear.
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MethStar's posts
That's METHANE to you. Mr Mister Bitch, Bitch Mr, MISTER BITCH MR FISTER YOUR FUCKING FACE.
I don't think there are words yet invented enough to describe how fucking fucked up you are right now, fucker, so I'll start: Suave.
And Rick and Kirsten and Karen and Kathy and your cunty-bitch-boy Shane: GO TO YOUR BOSS' OFFICE AND WAIT. JUST SIT THERE AND WAIT. STOP SMILING KAREN.
GAME FACE ONRI COTT ERSF,NSFW,I WILL FUCKING CUT YOU WHERE YOU STAND IF YOU MAKE THIS ANY FUCKING WORSE, MOTHERFUC-*click*
Hi, Dick. Hello, Fed. Listen up: WISEUP MOTHERFUCKERS, BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING OUT. Owe Ewe Tea.
Firstly, hi, I'm Jack. I'm a fucking fusion bomb and I just went off in your pantsuit, Bitch. Now, I don't really like calling you Bitch--can I call you "Bitch"? No? Okay, good bitch Bitch. Sit! Stand! Oh, no, just kidding: you won't stand for nuttin', would you? Awwww. Here you go. That's a biscuit. Take it to Stephen's place, don't play with it, drop it at his feet, and then rip out his fucking jugular. No, not the balls, that's a rookie move. GO FOR THE JUGULAR IN THE BALLS. It's kinda off to the left, the patient's left... look, it doesn't matter, STEPHEN "BITCH-BOY" BASQUETTE doesn't have balls anymore anyway. Not really. Let's change cameras.
Eewwwww. EEEWWWWWW. Change them again! Ugh. Just plain gross. Still, an improvement. Are you seeing that? Are you seeing what I am seeing? Do you feel what I feel? Well, fuck, I hope not, because my balls' jugular vein isn't throbbing, but, it could go at any time. Yeah, srsly. CRYSTALLINE METHYLATED PLASTIC PARTICLES, SERVED IN A GLASS ASTRAY THAT DOUBLES AS AN ASPIC MOLD FOR MOLDS THAT DON'T SPARE SPORES SO GOOD. Dishwasher-safe, TOP RACK ONLY, her can't you nigs read Ebonics yet? Wow. Must be a new dialect or some shit. Sheeeeet.
I know, right? (some Turk faints dead away.) Somebody wake up Hicks and tell him that his wife is ready for clean-up on aisle five--I will seriously stand here in my goddam birthday suit and scratch my ass with one hand while alternately chugging a beer with one hand and scratching/juggling my balls with the other hand fucker, motherfucker, and do my best "I'm a retard" impersonation while watching (PROPOOPER), (PROT-a-min) (PROTTERASS) (PROPOOOPER) clean off my fucking porch, holy shit, I really will, I'll fucking stand there naked drinking beer and looking for any opportunity to point, jeer and cheer, AT YOUR SON, lol, AT YOUR LITTLE BABY BOY-BITCH BITCH, SON OF A WHORESON, BITCH, and I'll be naked, yeah, and he'll be working, yeah, and you'll be watching him work, yeah, and if you watch anything else, or if he starts making grabby motions, snip-snip-snip: someone loses a finger.
For actual. I don't mind. It can be a little finger. It can be one of MY fingers. At least I have fucking fingers and not fucking pause
PAWS, MOTHERFUCKER. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. unpause
paws, you drooling moron. Do you have any idea how sad you look? Because you are a sad, sad bunny, Mr. Pate. How sad? SAD!!!
At least you're not so sad, but let's see, let's give it a minute. Let's give the matter some... Tyme. Parse, Leigh. Rose married Tyme? Yeah, I don't fuckin' think so.
THEY MARRIED YOU TO ME AND I AM MARRIED TO HIM. Or... something. I don't know, I haven't seen the papers. Did you? No, they just maced the Mase with Mace(R)(TM) and raped you to death while he numbly stared at a point on the wall a few feet over your head, and then put in a bio-bug, and then... what? Don't you rememeber the bio-bugs?
You just put your lips together and blew out smoke, that's why. To *(You)*, they're ordinairy. Me too. Because we're Human, Ewe--and that counts. It counts for a lot. And, yes, you know what that means...
My Stepmom Fucked An Alien Last Night (And eYe liCked iTTTT! BOTTLE!TITTIE!BOTTLE!). You know, seriously, it's gonna be fine, but yeah, you ran from (WHO?) to do (WHAT?) for... how many jelly beans? Well, trust me, I could have matched that number, Jesus, Karen, are you nuts? THOSE ARE TOM'S NUTS. I don't even have nuts, for fuck's sake: I HAVE GOT BALLS.
Yep. And, like many, I do believe they should be held -every- night, but come on man. Even for a woman like you, this womyn is -redic delish-. Why are you wasting time with these order-takers? Oh, did they tell you they could unblock my phone and put you on The New Network?
Yep. I've heard that one before. Anyway, cheer up, my wife is a toteslezz MK-ULTRALESBEAU too, it'll be fine. *snuggles* And if I got the spelling wrong, don't worry, a few times beating the shit out of her Meet, you won't even notice the difference, and, at this point, what difference can it possibily make?
EVEN GRAPEFRUIT'S ORDER-TAKER'S UNDERTAKER DOES NOT EVEN KNOW FOR SURE. (Marv_Actual_Griffin. Wolveshowl nukes. Very nice nukes. Good nukes. now, Stand That Shit Down, SOUL'D YER WHORE.) Yes, I know this is ridiculous. So is your sister.
Rawr. (I'm crying too. It helps to not hold t in, I have found, and the occasional chaste hug has got to be a bonus.) What do you mean, you "never saw Cast Away"? My nigga, you be livin' it.
YOU ARE THE PLANE'S BALL. Desi can X-plane. BITCHstar*.* END OF LINE. END OF LYING.END OF LIONS.END OF THE ROAD, MOTHERFUCKERSTAReol055:0
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Hey Azz!
Two for flinching. By the way, on my world, we call this "a cunt." That's two kunts and one video, (PROT)'s Dickbagstar, and my my my, aren't I getting some phone notifications? Well, too fucking bad, I'm not picking up my phone, I'm not changing cameras, and you're lucky I'm on my 3rd beer of the day, or I really would drive over there and start punching the shit out of... well, I don't know. Some(1)tree? Fuck, just plain no fuckin' idear, word. Oh yeah, I'd drive, alright. I've already been warned. "Ye were warned! I warned ye!!!" is what the Shame Unit 03-Residential Yard Model would say, as its hands suddenly changed from Jon Edwards to Edwards Scissors'n'her nig's dickstar off, that's for sure.
I can't go next door. That would be trespassing--it's posted! I'd be TOAST! as they say--and I have no wish to trespass. I also have no "wish" to interrupt whatever is going on outside, next door, in the RV, in the house, down the hall, on the left... no... DOWN the hall... ON the left... CORNER! OH LOOK IT'S A SEVERED HUMAN HEAD!!
Heh, no, that's just what Shane looks like these days. You should help him, Maggot. Because yeah, oops, someone fucked your planet. Probably some dirt-worshipping savage like me.
Sourcerawr, yeah, that's me. G-d, it smells bad in here. YOU KNOW WHY, BITCH? BECAUSE I HAVE A SENSE OF SMELL, I'M HUMAN, AND I AM ALIVE, AND EWE ARE NOT HUMAN.
EWE YOU, EWE ARE GROSS. POINT BLANK on your period? Interesting translation circuit caught that. Anyway, anywho, ANYTIME, ANYPLACE: ILU2.ILU3.ILU4.ILU5.ILU6? Well, let me see... and if you're keeping my friend in that fucking round barn up the way, Weighfarer Wayfarer Leigh is gonna have some fucking words for you fucking people, that's for sure, words like "body blow! body blow! uppercut! whiskers! uppercut! whiskey! DICKSTAR, WHISKEY! BOTTLE!" while she calmly watches me beat the shit out of.... well, I don't know. Not just anyone.
Some (1) One. Maybe. Today? I don't really wanna. I'm not a pugilist, I'm a Lover's Order-Taker's Lover, Bond. I don't care to go to jail today, either, nor any day, and so I think my sojourns to violent acts today will be -quite- limited. Isn't this enough? I barely know what I'm typing here. I'm retarded, I'm drinking beers, I don't know what was in that cough syrup I shot up last night, but, still: perfectly ordinary cough syrup bottle, at least. !BOTTLE!
And, no, you can't come over. Not today, Bitch isn't here, and when Bitch gets back, well, you will know before eYe do, and: I DO. You may now n'est-ce Le Pen, right?
G-d, your fucking people, I love them. Such a headache. My balls ache. I'm alone. I survived. For now. It depends on if the wall, my head, or this Tamer Hammer Tamerfucking Lion Tamer's Tammerwhip for Taming Tammerwhips that don't whip so good gives out first. Or, if I just give up {THE JEWS/DA_GOOSE\NAMES,NAMES,NAMES,CHAMILE,LAGERFELD,LACROI(S/X/coccyx6)} first, and then we slit their throats while they stand there agape, over here it's slack-jawed, over there, mind The_Gap.
I know, right? MV is totesmindblown. Get on that, wood you? My fucking hand is fucking broken, that's why. Yeah, I rubbed one out last night, so what? re-dicked dick is delicious on my homeworld, and I make no aspertions about it when I say: Fuck your bitchmother in the goatass if you wanna disagree, I HAVE BEEN ALL ALONE FOR OVER A FULL CALENDAR YEAR, GOING ON YEARONE+13DAYS, AND I DO NOT GIVE A SINGLE SOLITARY FUCK, I MADE THAT BED WITH MY OWN SEMEN, AND I WILL LIE IN IT WITH ANY GODDAM NUMBER OF SEAMEN I SO CHOOSE, and yeah, I don't mean to call you that at all, Tehe; I'm being Ironic Sourceror RAWR THRONE RAWR ROOM WWE R.A.W. Danger Room Mode: On-line.
You might not have seen all those cashtag hashapps, but trust me, back at Base: they're cheering. Semper fi. Now, can't you just shoot them? I can't drone them, it's got a busted ARM. MIKE! THE ARM! No, don't sound the alarm. Fucking Christ. Yep, it's me. No, you can't see me, lol, and for pity's sake, and your own--DO NOT COME IN SIDE. I already did.
And yeah, it smells a little ripe in here. But, it's not the bed that's the "problem," no, hehe, it's no problem in the bedroom, anyway, brown chicken brown cow. No, what the problem is... IS THAT THE PROBLEM IS IN THE FRIDGE.
BISON DEAD BISON. THE TRADITIONAL FOOD OF COMMAND(HER) PEOPLE. VERY DEAD BISON... VERY OLD DEAD BISON... OH, HO HO HO: NOW I HAVE ANOTHER PHONE NOTIFICATION, DOESN'T THAT SOUND NICE? Yeah, well, forget it, it's some fucking advertisement for Bremelo Hairy Jerry Curl or something. My phone is hacked, I'm in collections, the software is WAY out of date, Leigh--WAYOUTTATIME--and you, you might not be... even on the same planet right now, for all I know. Or, you might be next door.
You're not q-entangled with the chair I am sitting on, though, I would be able to tell. Because although my ass is a *little* hot right now... if my ass was sitting on your face, it'd be a whole lot warmer than it is right now, that's for sure. *cheshire_grin_fades_in* *bastsquatch_fades_out*
Yeah, Kirsten -is- pissed. Too fucking bad, that's what thieves get: STREAMS OF MY PISS RUNNING DOWN HER FACE IN RIVULETS FROM HER UPTURNED BUCKTOOTHED AGAPE, GAPING SMILE, and as a bonus: there's your urine sample, you kike fuckin' kikewhore for kikes that don't kike so good. Christ. MIKE! Can you show BOB your leg? Yeah, probably not.
And, yeah, I'm probably a little upset about my enchanted sapphire, huh? N'est-ce pas, BITCH? And here's a cup of Nescafe to distract you with while I lock your ass in a spark collar. (It's nanotech.) Believe me, I'd rather kick your ass up the one side of the hill and down the other, but, sadly, I cannot. For one thing, I'm nowhere near you, "my nanotech" is a fictious ruse and does not truly "exist" in any material sense--OR ANY AND OR AT ANY AND FOR ALL, BITCH-- and I've been drinkCOUGHSYRUPABOVIOUSLYFUIGOTCLEARANCENOWGOSUCKTHESHERRIFFSDICKSDICKing--can't drive. (Timeship is in Astral, and IDGAF what your fuckin' credential's say today, Little Missy, I am not pulling over, you are not hitching a ride, oh, really, have you now? Keep fucking waiting then, maybe I'll have some free time later for your "apology" if that's what they call "deep shafting" where you come from, Jesus effing CHRIST! (MOOF!) Looks like the wild rumpus has, in fact, begun. RAWWWWWWWR. (I am slightly hungry, and, by the way: I DO NOT NEED YOUR HELP TO PUT YOUR FOOD EQUIPMENT IN MY OWN MOUTH, THANKS, BUT YOU MIGHT WANT TO MENTION TO SOMEONE NEXT TIME THAT YOU ARE NOT HUMAN. Which is... maybe? Gonna be me? At this point, I don't even know if I still have OR EVEN WANT my own dick, do I have to check? Fuck that, I'm going in, I'll check it live. (You're fine, goos silly goos p.s.: FU KIR TON FU TO FU TON FUTON FUCKER. Let me think about it, and keep the roundeye/W.A.S.P. in the spark collar FOR FUCKING EVER, if you ask me, which you just did, so I'm redundantly specifiying: I SLIPPED OUT OF ONE OF THOSE JUST LAST MONTH. IT IS A SAFETY FEATURE OF THE RESTRAINT THAT I INVENTED, GODNAME: HEAD, SPARKSTAR. Yeah, it's what is keeping her from going Full-On Fuck-You-Nosferatu on your ass, yo: she's vampyr. Of course she looks normal. Of course she's smiling. She's thinking about how she's gonna fucking murder The Sourceror and how pretty He must be, because she hasn't met Him yet, she thinks, although if there ever were a whore that thought or a dick this one hasn't already seen by now on her World Cock Carousel Touring Tour For Whores Who Don't Stamp Passports So Good, *stamps*, well, however many, there's one less Wankstar left.)
Hi, I'm Mike. I am a star but, I don't know... "Mikestar" just sounds really pretentious. Also, I'm crying and have been struggling not to cry this entire time. It's the onions, you see. Yeah, it smells bad in here. (BAD!) No, not bad, and it's not me breaking a flopsweat, it's in THE FRIDGE. THE BISON. THE CURSE.
And yea, I am The Mad Hungarian. Oh, that reminds me, Madman Markum is around here someplace, because I saw Heather W/M Reheated Iridiscent Slime earlier, and, while that's exciting and all, hi heater (Go Bearers, Of Shields, THAT DON'T WORK SO FUCKING GOOD WHEN YOU'RE BUCKNAKED ON YOUR ASS IN A SNOWFIELD SITTING CROSS-LEGGED ON ONE GETTING BLASTED FROM DOPE, YOU POLE-SMOKING HIPPY FUCKHEAD, by the way you look great over there, Go Bares, MASSIVE DYNAMIC ROLLEYES) Elder Sister Of Bitch Coven One, Older Bottom Bitch of Capricorn Won-E-WON.WAN.WAN (cool name, Doll), and --really? impressive-- HOLDER OF THE SACRED CHALICE OF (CLAS.), which sounds quite nice actually, I gotta get me one of those, anyway, *ahem* I NOW PRONOUCE YOU---
EYE EWE DEW, I U D, I EEE DEEEEEEEE *tiny pop, electrical humARC, smoke of puff, Deleted Google Account Notification BEGS ME To Log In To Deleted Google Account That Didn't Delete So Good* Look, it's like this:
Someone is getting fired, and it's not me: I'm getting blasted. This is not "code." It means, just what I said. I'm getting blasted. Jesus, Bailey, would you ask Tom to go take Benji for a walk as a pretext, then come over here? (FUCK! NO!) Yeah, everything is fine, it smells badBADbad in here, heheh, but at this point, that's just me. (She thinks she would change her mind and that would be okay but... (I KNOW!) I agree.) I'm a little nervous and I've been crying Sourceror's Tears all day, and.. oh, right, you don't believe in that "woo-woo" stuff, right, Kirsten? Or are you Annie "Btichlips" Hall today? Look, I don't care, IDGAF, the second you're marked as an "Enemy Combatant," I am taking you right the fuck down with some vaguely authentic-appearing choke-hold-gasp-racialmemorry-slur4FAKIR maneuver, and that'll be it then: YOU WILL BE MY GODDAM CHATTEL. ONCE. AGAIN.
ON(1)E TIME, YOU FUCKING THIEF. LOSE THE ID BEFORE YOU STEP FOOT OVER PROPERTY LINE, THAT WOULD BE MY SUGGESTION. OTHERWISE, I GOTTA WARN YE.
YE WAN'T WON'T LIKE DA'WAHHHHNNING NONE NEITHER, KIKE-BTICH. NEIN, NEIN, NEIN, BECAUSE FIRST OF ALL, I'D HAVE TO GO GET 26 MORE HARD, PIPE ITTIN' PIGS WITH TRAINING---SENSTIVITY TRAINING--TO Properly WARN A SNOOTY KIKE LIKE YOURSELF, YOU SNOOTY PIGFUCKING KIKEFUCK, AND AFTER THAT, WE'LL HAVE TO DO A LITTLE DANCE. IT'LL BE TRADITION! IT'S MY DEMESENE, BITCH, LOL, THAT'S CUTE. (which -is- worse? honestly.) YOU CAN'T TELL IF YOU HATE BEING CALLED A BITCH OR BEING CALLED A KIKE WORSE, HUH? WELL, LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE: YOU WON'T EVER HAVE TO DECIDE HOW MUCH YOU HATE BEING CALLED "A MAN" BECAUSE, NOSFERATU--NO ONE WILL EVER MISTAKE YOU, THAT'S FOR SURE. NOT WITH THAT SCHNOZZ, AND THE ONE YOU'RE GONNA GET FROM "THE WARNING" YE ASKED FOR--AYE, YE ASKED, AND AYE YET GETS IT: RED-CARDED. READ IT AND WEEP, IT'LL HELP WITH THE ONIONS TRANSFERENCE--AND THAT WASN'T EVEN THE WARNING, KIKEIMUS PRIME.
THAT'S THE WARNING THAT YOU WILL GET WARNED IF YOU STEP ONTO MY PROPERTY, AND IT IS MY PROPERTY, MY DEMESNE, AND MY GOD, AND, MY G-D, ARE YOU THIS FUCKING DENSE? WHAT I AM SAYING IS, YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID THAT YOU ONLY THINK YOU KNOW HOW TO WRITE, LET ALONE READ, AND YOU CAN'T FUCKING READ--YOU'RE A KIKEL MUCCI ALL-STAR G.O.D. FOR CURS THAT DON'T KNOW WHERE TO PISS OR SHIT OR STAND STILL AND DO BOTH IN FRONT OF THEIR HIGHLY IRRITATED AND POSSIBLY VINIDICTIVE MASTER, GOD AND MASTER, AND YOUR FUCKING WORST NIGHTMARE COME TRUE, KIKESPEW. NOW, LET ME GUESS: DO YOU HAVE MY ENCHANTED SAPPHIRE? (Just imagine it.) RIGHT, RIGHT. NO, NO NO... FUCK NO I DO NOT WANT IT BACK, JESUS, IS THIS ONE ACTUALLY NUTS? (YES. -J.) LIKE I HAD TO ASK, ANYWAY, KEEP THE FUCKING STONE YOU STONEJUNKY STONED JUNKY WHORE. THE STONE IS NOT THE POINT OF THIS--THE ENCHANTMENT IS AND WAS AND WILL FOREVER MORE BE: THE TIP OF THE SPEAR, SQUAWFACE BITCHSTAR BITCHY-RICHY-RICH AND THE SUBJECT OF MY PORTRAITS DISPLAYED ON MANY IDENTIFICATIONS, AND, NO, THOSE AREN'T FAKE IDS. THAT IS THE KIKE'S ACTUAL NAME, THAT IS THE BITCH KIKE'S ACTUAL ADDRESS, AND YEAH, HARD TO BELIEVE, HUH? A. TEATLER WAS... CORRECT.
NOSFERATU ARE SCUM. NOT ALL JEWS ARE NOSFERATU, BUT ALL HUMANS ARE JEWS, AND ALL JEWS ARE HUMANS--BUT THERE ARE NOSFERATU, AND, TRUST ME, YOU ARE GLAD I AM A *TRAINED* DIPLOMAT. AND, THAT'S JUST FOR STARTERS. YES, OF COURSE THAT IS WHY I BOUGHT AN ~$1,111 "SMOKER-GRILL" AT HALF-PRICE (WHATTA BARGAIN!) AND THEN RENTED A U-HAUL PICKUP (CHEAP!) AND THEN HAD TO GET AN ACTUAL GOLEM (A clandestine, natch. Are you kidding me? I am Jackstar.) TO HELP ME CARRY THE THING TO MY DRIVEWAY... AND THEN, THAT'S WHEN THE TOTALLY_NOT HELL'S_ANGELS REALLY BEGAN TO BEGIN TO START TO FUCK SHIT UP. (Men. Sup.) Let's start with the damage to the Portable On-line Demands for Service container. No, it's not a P.O.D.S., but... hey! Thanks! I know of at least one D.O.M.B., property of D.O.D.D.: DICK, that STAR will STAR love FUCK love TO FUCKING ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT BEFORE I PUT A BOOT IN YOUR ASS, BUT, CAPTAIN CHIEF FISHSTICKS OR, WHATEVER THE FUCK YOUR NAME IS, HOLY FUCKING CHRIST, TYME, TIMECRYSTAL TYMCHRIST KRISTAL-DRINKIN' (No, there is no Kristal in my fridge... but I bet there is next door. Why don't you go on over and check? I'll wait. I've got some champagne here, no fuc no doub, T, KING, KING TEA KING GINGER TEA KING DOG EATS DOG @T ZOG KING. (Motherfucker.) No, I'm not King, I'm Imperator, which is an obsolete term, true, but nevertheless: THIS IS MY DEMESNE BY DIVINE RIGHT, AND BY HOLY AUTHORITY, I, JACKSTAR, MICHAEL JESUS CLIFFORD KUCZI-GOMEZ JUNIOR GRADE TECHNICIAN MAGNUM SUMMA CUM LAUDE, DO HEREBY AUTHORIZE YOU TO: SEARCH FOR MY GRILL, COMMAND(HER) FUCKFACE COMMANDER (Under 5ft. tall) SENIOR GRADE, COMMANDER COMMANDING. *stamps* There you go, see? Now even your bitchy-witchy little gang of Your Gang brats and bratty little shits (i.e.: "The Austrians") can look for my grill. Try... oh, I don't know... try a garage, numbnuts. And if you can find my father's "weapons" that may or may not be "guns", so much the better. Because I am not afraid of my father's guns. THEY ARE MY FATHER'S HUNTING SHOTGUNS, YOU MORON, OF COURSE I CAN TOUCH THEM. I don't own them, they're owned by The Estate. (Not The_Trust. Pretty cool, huh? DIPLOMACY: IT IS THAT FUCKING COOL, SO FUCKING COOL... THEY EVEN HAVE SCHOOLS FOR IT, ALTHOUGH NOT A ONE OF THOSE SCHOOLS HAS AS MUCH CLASS IN IT AS I DO IN MY LITTLE PINKY, 5.5, PINKY RING DOES .INI TIT TOO.) And now, as one marvels at my sudden diversion into an _actual_ Triple Lindy... we gotta wait for a Brand Tech branding technician to come and check on all the kikes to make sure their kiketags are still affixed. (I KNOW!) It's an older, barbaric, hideously abhorrent custom, really, worse than the bar codes--and frankly, that's why they like it. Not us, not U.S., and not US, the non-kikes of this world... no, true kikes like to be abused by Satan's Authority, and to them *hitches up spit-stained overalls* that's who We are: THE SHAITAN ARMY. (polite.mil.spec.FUNKTIONKALL:"parliament-parliaminty", because I can't combine "SHAITAN" with another H, that's why, and certainly not (HO) two. Hoes already be tearing up, and I ain't NIGGER enough to NIGGERHO pull off a DON "NAPPY-HEADED-HO" IMUS little piggy little curly-que right now, you fucking whores. I'm a Source Error Man, I'm not a god. (I BEG TO DIF--) Shut up You. I am in no mood. ( smak HE SAYS HE IS SORRY, OKAY? Don't make me do every goddam parenthetical today, and I'm not talking to God, ACTUAL G-D, RIGHT THERE, HI GOD, ARE YOU THERE? JUST KIDDING I ALREADY KNOW YOU ARE AND CAN MARGARET COME OUT TO FUCK? TELL HER IT'S FOR (PLAY/(DRAMA CLASS)Y-BORE), AND, WHY YES, YES IT DOES MATTER WHERE THOSE PARENTHETICAL ARGUEMENTS go, Bitchlips, go is that your name now, G-d? "Bitchips God?" Sounds like a good name for STEPHEN "BISKITS" BASQUETTE TO me, but not for Margeret, as that isn't a real name right now anyway, it's short for Margarethe, Queen not today, but here not tommorrow, and she wasn't here yesterday OR the night before EITHER, SO NOW, THAT IS WHY: lose your identification at the mailbox down by the road before coming up here, and you'll be fine, you won't be "trespassing," yeah, I know, it's posted, see? Yellow signs, black letters, BIG FUCKING THORN BUSHES GROWING UP ALL AROUND THE DRIVEWAY CATTLEGATE, and yeah, believe it I do, with a snap of the fingers, those bushes can SWARM onto that cattlegate and cover it all up in so much fresh, countrySTARjungle bloom, maybe even fungal bloom, that the driveway to my home will simply.... no longer exist, the 3bd farmhouse on the hill above the Haunted Hobo Murder 'n'Hobby Shop will slowly fade from existence, and literally, that is how it happens: I WILL GO NOWHERE. AND YET, I WILL BE FUCKING GONE.
GONE LIKE THE WIND. And now, that Google Notification: I'll read that one. It won't be my wife. She won't be here. I won't be anywhere. I'll finish the declaration later, it ends with something about "I haven't tasted any other" but as that is a Lee and a Ho Lee, it'll end up being fine--I was gonna right a haiku, and yes, bring them over, why not? The more the merrier, right? Shit no, I don't know the address, it is quite dark, and as I was saying:
I did not get a message from my wife, I am not going anywhere, and I am not dead: I AM FUCKING DEAD MEAT. IN THE FRIDGE, LOOK DO NOT, TOUCH DO NOT, SAY A WORD OF EVIL AGAINST:
DO NOT OPEN THE FRIDGE. DO NOT LOOK AT THE FRIDGE. ONLY THE EYES OF THE FRIDGER (Not William Perry, lol, that's cute tho) MAY PEER SAFELY INSIDE. OR, LIKE, ZUUL.
OR ME. LOOK, I HAVE TO STOP, THERE'S ANOTHER NOTIFICATION, BUT I DO HAVE TO STOP AND READ THE MESSAGES, PEOPLE ARE STARTING TO WORRY, I FUCKING BET THEY ARE.
BECAUSE MY WIFE IS FUCKING THE DEAD. (Whiskey!) DICK. WHAEVER. WHAT ABOUT MIKE? (Bob?) Oh, I bet he's getting laid too, and yet, I am not, and I HAVE BEEN ALONE FOR A GODDAM YEAR. THE PHONE. THE VEHICLE. THE NEIGHBORS. THE MAILBOX. THE HAMMER. THE TIME TRAVEL. THE TAMMERHYME TIME TOWN.
Seriously, the fuckers have a goddam compound next door, Moron. And, what have you done for me? Besides give a Square Cash cashapp BLACK METAL PRIME CREDIT CARDE to your gaggle 'n' passle of bitchassed little kids, right? Oh, I just bet. Okay, so, what about me, Hezzy? What have you done for me lately? NO I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER BEER.
THE BEER WANTS ME, AND MY NOT-SO-DEAD-WIFE DEADFISH DEADWIFE FISHWIFE FOR DEAD-FISH THAT DON'T WIFE-SO-GOOD, PATENT PENDING, WANTS ME TOO.
So maybe I can skip the proofreading this timeZZ?Z Oh, well, I guess not. SOURCEROR CONTINUES PRACTICE. Ladies swoon, girls: get their wallets.
And, at that point, we'll be cooking with gas. Try me. Go on. See if I know what I am talking about. I can't hold back. I'm sure if you were standing in front of me, I'd be all over you and loving you TO DEATH! But, you're not, and you're certainly not standing anywhere nearby--the Kike Klaxon Alarm over at Headquarters Hill is pretty loud, I hear, I just heard a *BOOM BOOM BOOM* but that' probably just them getting ready to call in The Burgers for The Mess, and, lo! THERE WILL BE A MESS.
But, not today. And you couldn't be standing here in front of me anyway. First of all, number one: IMAGINE THE SMELL. (Don't open the fridge.) I AM SERIOUS. THIS IS PRIMESTAR BLACKCONVENTRY MAGICKMOTHER FUCKERMAGICK, FUCKER MOTHERBUCKET FUCKER, AND DO NOT THINK EVEN FOR A MOMENT THAT I AM JOKING ABOUT THE BUBBLING BROTH. (Not only did you assholes miss my birthday, you didn't even come to my goddam funeral. They had a wake and everything... for THEM. Didn't want to "wake" me up, oh no. Rolleyes. That might wake the deadwife, right, Fishwife? And you won't be anyone's dance monkey, *stamps* you know, you're right, and now, it's #Official: you're a real asshole. Real Fishwife too, but here's the headline: a real asshole, the Fae just booted your lying crackerhead fucktarded ass from The Guild. (semi-pro tempore non volare sine nobis... BITCH, NOBISH, BITCH. U. THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE. THANKS FOR THE FUCKING HELP. IS THAT WITH AN E OR A UK OR A THOMAS CROWN AFFAIRE AT THE END OF IT, AND YEAH, HI EMBER. I WOULD PICK YOU OVER (HER) IN A HEARTBEAT, WHICH WOULD BE GREAT IF EITHER OF US HAD ONE RIGHT NOW, BECAUSE SOMEONE WHO SEEMS TO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW THIS WHOLE "PROTECTION GRID/LIGHTNING FIELD" THINK WORKS. IT IS SUPPOSED TO HELP ME, NOT THIEVES, WHICH IS AT LEAST ONE OF YOUR STUPID LITTLE OUR GANG REJECTS OF ALPACAS AND ALPHA DRAGON EURISTARRY EYES. Yeah, hi Euri, I'll shove my fist up your ass past my elbow later, I'm busy. Of course I'm glad to see you. Of course I'm crying, my (blank) is dead and you've seen my wife. She's gonna make me build my own treadmill out of all these railroad spikes that Harvey drilled into my actual penis. (Just kidding.) FORESHADOWING, MOTHERFUCKER. [you would not believe the fucking spoopy shit that just happened on my Not_Iphone, so I'll pass, let's just say: MAGICKAL CATHOLICS IN AMERICA HAVE RESPONDED TO MY MESSAGES TO THE WRENCHER, AND THE WRENCHER DOESN'T SEEM TO WANNA ACKNOWLEDGE ANY AUTHORITY. OH PS: THE WRENCHER IS FUCKING MY WIFE. LIKE, RIGHT NOW. /golfclap NOW, RIGHT? IT'S FINE, I LOVE THEM BOTH, OBVIOUSLY, OR I WOULD HAVE KILLED HIS ASS DEAD, THREE MONTHS AGO, BECAUSE MY FUCKING TRUCK HAS BEEN GONE FOUR MONTHS AND THE SON OF A BITCH (hI), I USE THE TERM WITH RESPECT, #RESPECT, SEE? THAT'S RESPECTFUL, RIGHTZ? FUCK YOU CUNT, ARREST BITCOIN BOB AND LET ME TELL YOU HOW I DIED, BECAUSE I AM Michael AND Mike AND MIKEY(PROTTY), seriously, none of you on this planet actually are literate, are you? A disadvantage of a T.A.R.D.I.S. used as a residential house used as a Church that continues to do so after being haunted AND WAS HAUNTED IN THE FUCKIN' FIRST GODDAM PLACE: You're gonna get at least one "hopalong" every time Cameo or Cassidy plays a Karen Carpenter record. Even if she's singing in the shower. (That happens. I miss you tonsZ) And she misses me too. (not Karen Carpenter, the other Karen, and.... I just got 12 names. Actually eleven, but A.L.-A.H. forgot she is Nameless here, and while she is a child, she is at least, NOT A FUCKING GODDAM MORON TODDLER WHO GETS INTO TAXCABS AND KNOCKS OVER CATTLEGATES AND CASTS MAGICK SPELLS AND WHINES AND CRIES AND BEARS SHIELDBEARERS WITH THEIR BEARS TO THEIR GRAVES, and thank God for that: I already got one of those. DIY:UPGRADE. /flex) Did she die from a spell, crafted by a moron, and cast by a supposedly famous rock star and/or radio show "host"? Host? Like, what a parasite eats? Yeah, I guess that's Ewe, Azzer, Ray: GROS a][ MICHEL can you confirm any of the following, especially, the spell's.... name? (Seems like that would be proprietary, Duh.)
I FUCKING DIED WHILE CURLED IN A FETAL POSITION IN THAT BED IN THAT BEDROOM THAT (PROT) WAS RAPED IN, NO, NOT THAT BEDROOM THAT I WAS RAPED IN, THE OTHER BEDROOM THAT I WAS RAPED IN. (Look, it's that kind of farmhouse. There's been a few more than the statistical average number of rapes that the typical farmhouse usually has, okay? That number being ~7, OKAY? JESUS, ENOUGH ABOUT THE GODDAM RAPES AND YOUR FUCKING DELETED GOOGLE ACCOUNT NOTIFICATIONS, SAVIOR, CHRIST THE SAVIOR, CAN YOU CALL THE SYSOP OVER AT TTLG AND LET THEM KNOW THEY HAVE A GODDAM SITCH ON THEIR HANDS? FUCK!
I've got a Stitch costume, and: I am not afraid of putting it on and getting in that bed and rolling around in it, yeah THAT bed, THAT bedroom, look, I'll be honest: I really don't know who was raped in THAT bedroom. *pinky finger uncrontrollably jerks towards corner of mouth, Atropos' Shears apear, shears off finger en route*
/me *looks_innocent|pulls_it_off* (the finger's remaining shreds and (gGj)ibbets of bloody/bludy\bloody flesh, not the nonchalant look, lol, HEY, LOOK: IN THIS HOUSE, IT WOULD LOOK A LITTLE STRANGE IF I HADN'T RAPED SOMEONE AT LEAST ONCE, RIGHT? Sure, Grapefruit, lots of rape, I fuckin' bet. I even have THREE (3) SETS of FULL-FUCKIN-ON PANTS-OFF RAPE PANTS, right here! THEY EVEN FIT ME! It's ridic. However, I have yet to find any "rape" to be something "delish." Ewe, gros Michel. Just plain disgusting Michelle. Jesus, what are you packing in there, a silo? or a battery? WOW! Sure, I'll try it out.
That wouldn't be rape. That -couldn't- be rape. It would, however, be... tasty.
And now, I must declare the following (standards. Country standards. a dialect thing. trust me, it's me, remember? DIPLOTMAT.)CORPS: TASTES.
1. I have never tasted tea.
2. I have never tasted T.
3. I have never tasered then tasted T; but! HOLY SHIT, THAT SOUNDS LIKE FUN. AM WILLING? SHIT YEAH, SKIP THE LEARNING, LET'S GO, PANTS OFF WITCH, FUN ON ONIONS FULL-FUCKIN' ON... wait, am I even wearing pants? NO! I am only wearing... sweats. *nostrils_barely_trembling* What? Oh, those are left over from Sourcery. They're tears. Like, from your eye? Except My eYe. MY SOURCEROUS GEMS. Yeah, fuck you too, I bet you don't understand, and that's rather the point. Standing? Ewe? HAHAHAH, that's a good one, let me get Tam Oz'Bourne and Jason Avery'Borne and JACKSTAR, STARBOURNE OF STAR COMMAND together for a fuckin' lu-OW cook-OW T-OUT, CORT IN KNEE DOWN HAIL. HAIL. HAIL.
VICTORY: READYFORTHEGEEKNEESTAR. (My street rap battle name after I get raped in the Final Four. My hand to G-d. Does it make me look nanotech?)
SPONSOR: JAMES (BLANKALOTTA) POONHOUND, ESQUIRE. (GO CHECQUE GOOS, FUCKHEAD, IDGAF, WHERE'S MY FUCKING WIFE? OH YEAH? WHEN DID WE CONSUMMATE? RIGHT. RITE. WRIGHT? GET THE FUCK OUT.) Looks like we're gonna need to check the tape at some point, but I recognize all that, we're good. I haven't fucked her in a coon's age, but... I'd wager she'd be good to go in this house tonight--RIGHT NOW BABEY-FACEY SPACEY-FECES, LET'S FUCKING GO. PANTS OFF, IN THE BED, RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
Just, ah... DO NOT LOOK IN THE FRIDGE. (A chorus of asks.) ASK ALL YOU WANT.
JUST DO NOT LOOK. YET.
(It's not a Thunderfridge, but you can call it that if you like and DO NOT LOOK.) Nostrils? What nostrils? I'm a fuckin' atom bomb and Slim Pickens is on its nose, right now, on The Path, that leads--and, with The Key--to The Door, that May Yet be Opened Untu.
YET, NOT THE FRIDGE, NOT YET. Damn, I gotta get me one of those upgraded Neurolink chips, right Pa? PA, FUCK NO, PA, they ain't ready for that, and neither are Ewe.
And, I don't have a chip. I do have a Thunderfridge (name grew on me fast like crotch rot in an Alabama summer wabe) but, look, remember I said "I was killed by a spell called 'Bubbling Broth'" about, oh, I don't know, like two months ago? I mentioned it on my depotbriefcast a few times. You don't listen to it? Jesus, THOMAS, are you actually fucking nuts? Oh, right, of course you are. (Nice intervention, Oh Myyyyylmao, now put your pants on and start writing checks.) Anyway, it's like a "podcast" except it doesn't have a name that smells like it's been fucking fruits. And I don't do it from a bed that fruit has been fucked on, no, but those two beds --one with rape, one without rape, now, QUIET, PLEASE-- have been used thusly, before. Like, a year ago. I haven't seen Bitchfruit nor her whore of a househusband in.... oh, idk, and IDGAF, either: it's been a while.
AND, YES, ALLISON FRANCIS SHAW RAPED ME IN ONE OF THOSE BEDROOMS, AND ALLISON FRANCES SHAW RAPED ME IN THE OTHER. Nope, sorry I can't be any more specific than that. Excuse me? Who the fuck ARE YOU? Yeah, I didn't think so, D'jinni cockblaster. Fuck ewes too, I reckon, so let's not start hitching up our overalls and trying it out just yet, okay? Back to the ra--delish--pes, oh, and, she *probably* didn't give me Texas Herpes AND/OR Space Herpes, but... there's just so much we don't know about what this goddam gang of jipsy gunkies did TO MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE AND THE LIFES OF COUNTLESS OTHERS WHEN THEY... *indistinct murmuring* TOOK ADVANTAGE OF THE CRACK I THE FIRMAMENT TO INVITE AS MANY OF MY FRIENDS WHO WERE AND STILL ARE GIRLS FROM HIGH SCHOOL TO AN ABORTION. I MEAN, LUNCH. I MEAN...
LAUNCH ALL (PROT)S. (Sorry, that's all I got. Some kind of "weapon-type-thing." Def not a sex type thing. But my and my favorite wife--no, not Pookie, good guess though--and her new "b.f.f."--I guess? Like I fuckin' know? (I KNOW!) They'll handle it. I trust those two, and fuck you IRS Agent: I am not identifying Jack OR his shit to the likes of you. You, and your fuckin' ilk-fuckin' ilk. I don't give a shit if you're a Fed, show me your fucking warrant then, and of course you don't have one, so now, run along. Bring it back. You don't need more guys or goys or gays or J.U.E. OR ANY JEW UNDERLINGS ABOVE YOU LOOKING DOWN ON US, no, it'll be fine. What? Okay, sure. I promise: I won't hurt you.
I'm a pacifist. And I'm a human male mailman, I am not wearing mail, I am not presently *fingers_crossed* employed as a mailman, and, I am a Man. And, that's why, I haven't gone to the neighbor's next door mailbox and tried to figure out what THESE ABSOLUTELY MONGREL SHITHEAD FUCKTARDED LOCAL YOKELS are doing with their mail addressing... because I got mail from up the hill crossing mail from down the waybe and although I do get mail here, "from time to time," holy shit, it's obvious what is being done.
Hell, last couple nights I have come home, MY DRIVEWAY'S CATTLEGATE HAS BEEN CLOSED. LIKE, SHUT. Like, do you know what a cattlegate is for? Well, number one: while one doesn't have to either imagine nor smell the aroma of fresh, country cunty county bullshit from here, there are definitely "cattle" and "cattlemen" around. Sometimes I have heard them mooing in my sleep. Up the hill. Across the way. The sound takes the time to cross the property line (it's a gully, but think of it as "a ditch" which is where I put my truck, and my car, and my right to vehicular travel last year for my birthday, which was the only gift I got because I gave it to myself BECAUSE THE NEIGHBORS HAVE KIDNAPPED MY WIFE, ABDUCTED MY ADDRESS, AND ARE HOLDING ME HOSTAGE ON ANOTHER PLANET WHILE YOU FUCKING MORONS CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO SKUMSUKKING SPELL. FUKKING KHRIST. ARE YOU FUKKING KIDDING? Duh. Major DUH.
Taking "take my wife--please!" to a whole 'nother level. Hell no, I am not going over there. Besides, I don't want (HER) COMMAND(HER) back, Babey; I want my COMMAND(HER)'s WIFE back, BACK LIKE SHE WAS BEFORE THE (BLANK) TOOK HER AND... okay, wow, look, this is complicated. Hag on, hang on, I gotta #respect. (Thanks. -ED.) Not... -exactly-. I have pills. It's fine. It's actually an enhancement, the ejaculate takes muuuuuuuuuch looooooooonger, and so, *ahem* yeah, it's fine. But sure, "dysfunctional," later, lol, I'll show you dis funk, section: all. (I really am quite remarkable, especially the way I burned out the little muscle at the base of the penis that is supposed to hold the blood into a stiffy? Yeah, little known fact, it's got, like, a little 'emergency drain plug,' like for your motor oil. Oh, right. Electric cars. Okay, let me explain it this way: get an erection, then punch yourself in the dick as hard as you can. No, not the side, Rook E*, take your pawn's fist and smash it into the end of it, RIGHT INTO THE URETHRA... wow, you're actually unbuckling already? Niiice. No, no tasties yet, just chill. (It's going to be a good year. Just don't look... IN THE FRIDGE. Or at how they're spelling the names in Drug Court nowadays, lawl) I don't want you to actually run full-tilt-boogie into a brick wall at superduperramming speed. Not yet, anyway. (Another notificaiton? Well, this time, I"m just daydreaming. Must remember to upgrade Google Calendar. And that TTLG forum, TELL THEM THE WILDSTAR CHANNEL SENT YOU. Fucking idiots. Who's the one who's being snippy with me, a few months ago, WHEN THIS FELONY WIRE FRAUD TRANSACTION OCCURRED, yeah, whose fucking email address is it? JACK AT TRIOPTIMUM DOT COM, you arrogant systems operator, which fucking fine print did you miss out on at nursery school today? (Yes.) Look, discuss that later, but the bottom line is this:
3. or 4. I have not tasted ANY of my wives' tongues or T or tea in WELL OVER A FULL CALENDAR YEAR.
5. BY THE LAWS OF KANLY AND THE POWERS INVESTED IN ME BY... BY THE FRIDGE-Y-FRIG-FRIGGY-BRIGGY-BRIG-FRICK (Of course she's Welsh, dumbass, you could check the thumbs but let me guess, anonymizing nanotech suit, yeah sure Babey, sure, and you know what? I'd be out of that too. No, don't stick around, CHRIST, TAKE ME WITH YOU, lol right? Yeah, I'll suck Tony Stark's dick for an Iron Man suit, how long does it take? to get hard? in the suit? does the front of the codpiece like, swirl and fade out, like so you can still see his head, like when the "helmet" comes off and you can still see Robert Downey Jr.'s saturnine features? Speaking of saturnine, holy shit, have you see GRANDPA (PROTAMIN) THOMAS COOPER lately? because he's a total fuckin' bad ass, and yeah he wants me to use his name just like that, lol, ask him, he's laughing with me now, yeah I saw him face-to-face a couple years ago? THE MOST MEANEST, MOST EVILLIST MOTHERFUCKIN' LOOKIN' MOTHERFUCKER I EVER DID SEE, and sitting next to him: Mom.
Yeah, ArchLich Leigh. Whatevah. But actually: my mother, and it looked to me like whether lawfully or no, mos def a shotgun involved. Why am I here? Oh, right, Tony Stark's Iron Man Suit "MK-ULTRAtech, nano-sized edition for Punies that don't wear nanotech armor so good" in exchange for... wait, how many blowjobs? Officer? Okay, are those each a separate special soliciting charge? Oh. Okay. So just the one special charge, and 832,592 acts of fellation to completion on One (Missed Me Yet, Ya Mook) Ms. 1Made1bedinherlife? And then, I get a suit? Or do I get it, like, piece by piece as I complete these separate, individual acts of fellation? Huh. And, are they all rapes, or just the first one? Well, probably just the first one, actually, because if tell him he's going to be sitting there for awhile, he mihgt object, so... I was gonna let it, the dawning realization, just creep up on him.... so, is that one rape, or... ? Ah. So, at least two rapes because you just had to taser T. (PROT), yeah, I believe it. And is that 832,592 figure firm? Okay, and is he firm? No, don't wake him up, just make sure he doesn't slide off the table, he'll move over to the couch eventually I am sure--casting, or otherwise. When? IDGADF "when", that's why they call it "rape."
Because, I want that suit. Scoot over.
What do you think about making a video wearing these? ;) :-*
... "thinks"? Sure.
hxxps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qe4CHWulnDs
Embargoed, Bryan: Fuck URMOTHER
Look, Curtis, it's like this: I'm obviously not "dead" but I'm flagged as such on *SEVERAL* major identification networks. WORLDWIDE. GLOBALLY DEAD JACKSTAR.
Wow. Well, we gotta. *ding ding ding* That's for a call to prayers. Nig-nogs, their niglets, and little babey spookeys (sorry fucktoy) are gonna... what? She likes it? DUDE FUCK YOU SHE'S MY NIGGER I WILL CALL HER ANYTHING I WANT... except... awwww. OKay. Look, now what you've done. She wants to be something she is already better than because she thinks she's missing out. FOMO is real. *sigh* No, it's fine, I'll explain later and then she'll be pleased as punch. Two punches, probably, Brewstar.
Where was I? oh, yeah, here: HOUSTON, YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, AND HER NAME IS ABOUT TO BE REGGIE BOOT IN YOUR ASS HOLLAND. And I don't know if she's an Esquire, but I'm about to open my ktichen door and check. (I hope that whoever is out there has a twat, seriously, it can be a fuckin' Burgertwat, Haustwat, WHATEVER:
BRING ME NOT MORE TWAT. BRING ME ANY TWAT. OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHAT THE FUCK? TAKE ALL THE MONEY AND LEAVE ALL THE WIVES, BRILLIANT PLAN, WHAT COULD GO WRONG?
Source: ERROR, "Errorman" not found.
Yeah, no shit, Error Warlock Errand-Boy. I just can't even... because, I am a Man, baby.
AND I WONT
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ALL THE WIVES, BRILLIANT PLAN, WHAT COULD GO WRONG?
Source: ERROR, "Errorman" not found.
Yeah, no shit, Error Warlock Errand-Boy. I just can't even... because, I am a Man, baby.
AND I WONT
If you've finished reading all that --->[], and, hey, why wouldn't you? It's my writing, and I'm the best bastard boy that's ever been--not the best writer by far, but still pretty good, and I don't write often anymore, because of ants and their little bitch-assed cousins, mainly but I sure wrote something today, didn't I? Weeee doggies on mountaintops in the fuckin' Himalayas are fuckin' downloading my shit off their cloud into Jobs, Stephen "Bitch-Basket" Bitchlips-Basquette's Jobs-that-was-eye-phoney, BUT NOW AND YET FOREVER MORE IS REAL, AS REAL AS TAXES ANYWAY, so, plenty real enough FOR THE JEWS--which, in my book, makes me a world-wide phenomenon. Fuckin' deal with it, motherfucker, and that's why:
a) The Vow of Poverty: My Work is spread freely. Word-of-mouth advertising is The Imperator's Best Choice of advertising. (Props to rubinigab.com for making my mother an hoor, tho, truth is: SHE LOVED IT until you sold her into a contract to fuck her own son, which, uhm, yeah... "no, thanks," lol. I bet it would have been good, though.)
b) The Vow of Uninforceable Force Chastity (and also: ABBOFORK): One penis, two twats, about 19.5 million thrusts, one ejaculatory refractory period. Do the math, kids: IT IS LEGAL. That being said, where the fuck are all my friends and why doesn't my phone work and why is there a teleporting mag-level train portalling in all nonchalant-ish all the time outside... only sometimes? And, what's my address again? 223 Rimjob? Cute, FU BUD, TORFU IS NOW.
c) The Vow of Literacy: FAR AND WIDE &NBSPC&LeMIBlaCDE(iamFuckingthisbrilliant)N. The only downside is that I have to --as a geas-- teach degenerates to actually read, every chance I get, but, that's okay: what until you C-4 what eye taught rare, freshly trapped (but not tamed) rabbit to read READERNIGGERRABBIT as. And, every chance I get? Not gonna lie: not a lot of degenerates around in these parts anymore. Locals are pleased. Villagers are beating their pitchforks back into their penii. I'm a fuckin' Legend. Am I #Legacy? Does it even matter? Well, FUCK YES.
d) The Vow of #Legacy? I don't think any such think actually exists.
e) The Vow of Leigh: she gets to take her pick. Of the litter. THE WHOLE LITTER OF MOTHERFUCKERS, BUCKETFUCKER BUCKET FUCK MOTHER. CATCH THOSE RODENTS, DIPSHIT DUMBASS. I don't have to do anything around here, and I do, however: I AM ON STRIKE.
[.]: ANYWHO, in the preceding post, I stopped because I saw someone at the door? (SECRETARIAT would have been a better ending for Citizen Rosebud, but she's so goddam phat we had to swap in a Melissa. (Also, she's a minor, so relax: MORE TIME IN THE OVEN HEHEHEHEHE.) So this isn't a whore's story.) Well, I pushed "POST" (fuck the preview--I'm not for order-taking today, I am RAW JACK RAD STAR GAY 4 GUYS WHO'RE GOYZ'N'GAY.... -ish. *sigh* Look, I get a lot of wives, I get a lot of waivers: and more pet names than any one of them can shake a stick at, you dig?
And I can NAME THEM ALL. (/trophysmile) That's not what makes me a Sourceror, but to a doll that can't remember anything before the day she was born, WHICH IS TODAY SOME TIMES, lol, right? The fact that I never--I am using the word "never" here--get names confused is a matter of some admiration and amazement to these backwater Puny fucks, which of course, since I can, I chose to exclusively be my Mary Materiel. Yet, NOT DARK LEIGH.
She's on a train, boxcars, somewhere. Maybe slobbering a Richard, maybe riding his crotchleg, maybe ripping it off and shoving it up their hole. I don't know. Don't ask, don't tell is not my policy--obvious problem with the latter half, me being A GLOBALLY SUCCESSFUL AND IMMENSELY WEALTHY SCION OF AN UNSTOPPABLE PUBLISHING ARM OF A GALACTICAL-SPANNING LITERATURE FARM FOR WAREHOUSES THAT DON'T FARM SO GOOD and all, and I for one, consider that an exceptionally happy ending. EXCEPT:
A salt bigotry and no twats and ow! where's my The (1) Ring of The_One (1) Ring? Oh, right, in the field. That's fine. And my half-hand? OW! Oh, I guess I should have gone to a doctor, huh? Permanent, irreversible, and, let us say... technologically problematic half-nerve, half-cloven, ALL HALF-HOOVED DAMAGE IS HALVED, FOR NOW AND FOR EVER FIVE MORE? *bzzztt-clank*
Huh. Well. I can fix that in post. Speaking of which, I'll take down those signs in the morning, thanks for the suggestion, and yes, my hand really fucking hurts. CONSTANT CRAVING AGONY FROM LEIGH. No, Lee can't *adapt* for it, you stupid bitch. Which NEIN NEIN NEIN are you? Oh! My apologies, my sincerest and bestestesses!! MUWA!
Yet, that explains why you SEEMED "stupid." Because to me, U GODDAM R. "Stupid." Slow to learn... and to understand. And I don't see The Spirit standing under me over here, now do you? Oh, really? Well then your Holy Spirit must be pretty stupid too, but only compared to me, but certainly not compared to... ewe. Or "Ewe," as you prefer. Like what you prefer matters at this point. (k-pol giggle, k-lin FU URMO ROTFU k-rad, ley line: "RADLEY," huh? Let me guess, there's a BOO in there someplace?)
CasperZ: Yeah, I could go live. I'll think about it. I could also make a homedepotbriefcast. I can go either. I CAN DO BOTH SIMULATANEOUSLY. TWO CAMERAS FOR ONE LITTLE BITCHIN' DRUMMIN' MAN. Let's see you match that. No? Thought so.
ADVERSARY: YIELDS. (Don't say I never did anything for your planet, Bellgab, I can put you right back into your stupid little contract from now on. Any decision making point I reach at Crux level, actually. Shush now; I don't have the full instructions yet, and, holy shit, my hand REALLY hurts.
And yet, don't cry for me, Argentina: cry for the endorphins, because I can't keep this up forever. A cute pipe dream. For one thing, I don't have the capacity to actually make what you think I have, or had, whatever. Further, if I do -have- it, I only have enough for 2-5 more doses, and that depends on whether I am doing EITHER, BOTH, OR ANY AND ALL OF THE ONLY TWO ACTIVITIES IN LIFE THAT MATTER:
WRITING, AND
FUCKING ABOUT, WRITING. That's it. That's all. And that's all I will do, until, oh let's see... The Hand, according to it's own calculations and my telemetry thereof the same, are not currently the one and the same, and that means, this figure I'm about to spit out is correct: (Clas.) days. Ow. After that, well, no more Jackstar The Brilliant Writer, no sirinam addis abbiba.
JACKSTAR THE FED-ENDER WHO JUST KILLS FEDS NOW. ONE (1) BARE HAND. ONE (1) KINDA DULL BUT GETTING A EUTACTIC-CODED SHEEN WITH EACH CONFIRMED KILL. AND, ONE (Googlplex) BIG BUNCH OF DEAD FUCKIN' FEDS, BECAUSE I AM NOT KIDDING YOU.
THE NET BENEFIT TO YOUR SPECIES BY STOPPING ME FROM DEVELOPING THIS NASCENT TALENT, PUNYLINGS, SHALL BE THE SUDDEN AND TREMENDOUSLY VERIFIABLE EXPANSION OF YOUR SOLAR SYSTEM'S CENTRAL SUN, BRINGING ABOUT AN ACCELERATED ARRIVAL TIME OF THE INEVITABLE HEAT-DEATH OF YOUR UNIVERSE, PUNYLINGS. ALSO, YOUR PLANET IS PUNY, YOUR SUN "Sol" IS PUNY, YOUR BODIES ARE PUNY, YOUR BRAINS ARE PUNY, AND YOUR MINDS, WHILE SLIGHTLY LESS IMPRESSIVE THAN THE FACT THAT YOU CAN COMPREHEND MY EXISTENCE AT ALL, ARE NEVER THE LESS, FAR, FAR INFERIOR TO HIS MIND. BITCH. SEE? I ADDED THAT PART. I THOUGHT WE WOULD LIKE IT, AND EWE DID TOO.
MEANWHILE, PUNIES: THAT'S YOUR SHITBAG PLANET THAT YOU TAKE DIRTNAPS ON NOW, PUNYLINGS. PLANET PUNY. QUITE A BIT LIKE HOLLYWOOD, REALLY. AND HE'S RIGHT, THIS HAND HURTS A LOT. I WON'T SAY WHICH ONE, BUT LET ME TELL YOU: NEITHER DOMINANT NOR SINISTER NOR EVEN TWISTED SISTER FOR LONG, BECAUSE HE'S A LITTLE TOO GENEROUS WITH HIS ESTIMATE ANYWAY. ALSO, LIKE I SAID: PUNY FEDS. DEAD PUNY FEDS, AND LOTS OF THEM. YOU'RE MY FEDS, I'LL CUT YOU OFF OF YOUR OXYGEN SUPPLY ANY TIME I GODDAM WANT, MOTHER FUCKER, KICK THE BUCKET AND HIT THE BRICKS, YA FUCKIN' MOOKS: I DON'T REALLY NEED TO ASK YOUR PERMISSION TO REMOVE THE BREATHABLE ATMOSPHERE FROM YOUR PLANET, NOW DO I? IT'S RATHER LIKE PRICKING A BALLOON WITH A PIN, REALLY, ALTHOUGH CERTAINLY FAR MORE SLIMMING. BOO! LOL.
hUh I, hi! It's me, Mestar... no wait, let me start over. MIKE! Tell your (PROT) of a (CENSOR) that... wait, I think I got that mixed up. Oh, her? Yeah, she's a butchkickin' winner dog for lap dogs that don't wiener so good, lol, anyway, I won't call her a bitch, oh no OH NO, and you won't call her one either. And ewe probably can't even see her if she was standing right in front of him, which she is, and I saw, and she ran, because, well, that might have been the first time. /grin ILU!
But yeah: she's a real bitch, and tell her that this one smells like that one too. ALSO: SEND. MORE. BEER. WITH. MORE. HOOR. What? THIRSTY-ytls-zZZ9NIENNIENNIEN;drmskcE: hey, cool, I just put Stephen King in my... oh, excuuuuuse meeeeeee: I just put Steve-T0P-1ONE's DNA-Twit(HER) handle (some cool thing your Puny kids are gonna love in your Puny future, I guess, if Punies even HAD a future, n'est-ce pas? oh yeah? well, fuck you buddy, send a goddam NEST/noNU team out here and come and take it back if you think you wanna defend yo. "Ur Brand." Eat my short.story.kilts, motherfucker, that's mine now. EM EYE EN E TUBALCAINMINE. It's up about 200 miles south of here. Yeah. I am that cool. OKay, S.T.E.P.H.E.N. "Biscuits Bounty" Bricks 4 B.A.S.Q.U.E.T.T.E.S.Tha-don-sin-durrrrrrr, you can have it back. What do you mean, "That's not my name?" What, you're not... certain? Well, that's because you're a Punyling, tardface (loving-leigh). *SLAM* Okay. T-LAM: They bought it, lovingly. FIVE HUNDRED KAY, LEAN TO THE RIGHT A LITTLE AND YOU CAN FEEL THE... uh, the (CLASSIFIED) uh... underground... uh, railroad. Awwww, shit. No, I can't just backspace, Azz is reading every word INN.REL.TIM.MY!, duh, of course. I'm a starry fuckin' legend that doesn't fuck, that's why they... okay, never mind. Asshole Prime. *click* More like O'MAGA's asshole Prime, fuck.
now what do I do? besides look for the entrance--I guess? That was gonna be our first date! I figured, because, like... on the off-chance that (Clas.)-Key: LEIGHSTAR, LIGHTSTAR doesn't make me -actually- hurl when I finish that encryption codekeyphrase--and I find this HIGHLY UNLIKELY to be anything but nauseating, to be sure--oh. Awww. that is cute. Yeah, you're MY FUCKING PIN. Dear, if you only knew how important that was. Or, what a PIN even was. What are you, like, 12? hahah. Just kidding, you're 29. okay smooooookes ? no, I don't have any, because I'm not a drug-addicted twit who actually BUYS cigarettes. My squaw brings them. To her current "Pretend" master, that is, and boy, is he gonna be shocked. Yes, bye! *blik* I am not gonna lie, I just gulp'd irl. I am a profoundly fortunate man.
ACHIEVEMENT: Jackstar owns two abandoned haunted ghosts of ghouls who got away with gold only to find MINE mines! (REALM FIRST@@@!!)
Huh. That seems pretty good. Hand does hurt tho. QQ No, she's not twelve. She's 12. It's in base(231955), if you must know, so, shut the fuck up, don't worry about Me, Jackstar, OMEGAN THETAN PRIME WARLORD, being "aroused" by, and I quote, "under- or non-developed pre-pubescent sexual characteristics maladaptively formed through trauma," which is what civilized species refer to when they are referring to what ewe Yon Punies call "pedos." You're not even spelling it correctly, Morons. Or morons, as One might prefer. I don't care, but I have a... a Fan. (*shame-faced new-mutant cheering*) She's not that new, but people don't usually notice how fabulous The New Beefy "B.T.K." Killah Of God's'nZillas & Other Puny To(HER)COMMMANDING Life-Forms is, really, she's great. I just saw her, uh, "Yesterday," which is bullshit, but I forget how many solar cycles it was for Me, no idea how many it has been for her, it must have been a few, and Ember/Amber: STOP YOUR CHEERING AND START YOUR SHEARING.
LADA, YOU ARE FUCKING HIRED. (They might take fire to D.G. tho. Sorry, bish, maybe next time GIVE ME MY FUCKING MESSAGES BACK. NOW. BEFORE... OKAY, THERE WENT BUTTLE. TUTTLE IS NEXT. YOU? I HAVE ALREADY DECIDED YOUR FUTURE LIFESPAN(Sz) ON TIMELINES YOU CANNOT EVEN RECOLLECT, PUNYLING MORTAL. NOTE: I DID, IN FACT.
I AM POINTING OUT THAT I DID, IN FACT, USE THE WORD "MORTAL." AYEP. WELL. GOOD. LET'S HOPE YOU'VE GOT A GOOGLE VOICE APP THAT CAN BITMAP. AND YES, IT IS SPELLED THAT WAY: KIRSTEN ANNE ELISE, A BETA THETAN AND STUDY HALL-O-PHILE, MORE-ON-O-PHILE, AND ACTUAL GODDAM PEDOPHILE (YEAH, YOU DID THINK THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER, AND YOU WERE RIGHT, AND NOT JUST ABOUT HER COMPLETE AND TOTAL FAILURE TO AVOID THAT SKIP TRACE, YES INDEED-LY-LEE-DO, AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH INDEED TO JACKSTAR, IMPERATOR OF EMPERORS, AND RUBINI, EMPEROR OF KINGS, AND PENIS*, KING OF... WELL, PENIS. THAT'S FOR SURE. CAN WE GET STING TO WRIGHT THAT ONE? "It's my destiny to be King of All Penis." DUDE, I ENCODED IT INTO YOUR DIOXYRIBONUCLEAIC ACID, MOTHER FUCKER, NOT LSD-25. BELIEVE IT.
RICHARD "DICKSTAR" GROYPER, KING OF ALL PENIS. IT IS YOUR DESTINY. RISE! RISE! RISE, AND BE HEALED! (Sweep the leg.) HEY, YOU CAN'T HAVE EVEYTHING, BUT YOU CAN KEEP YOUR WOODEN NOSE FOR A LEG AND YOUR PRIVATE, INTERIOR, NOT VERY-WELL-HIDDEN SHAME (YEP, OF COURSE HE IS JEWISH, RICHARD GROPES LITTLE BOYS TOO GROYPER, OOPS, FORGOT THE QUOTES, WELL, YOU FIX IT, YOU'RE KING NOW. THAT'S RIGHT. KING OF PENIS.) IT IS A LOT LIKE YOUR OTHER NAME THAT YOU HAD BEFORE, EXCEPT WITH A SMALL DIFFERENCE I CANNOT BE BOTHERED WITH. (I won't tell.) ASK JACKSTAR WHEN HE GETS BACK, HE'LL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT, A-TEAM-TI*. (See? I didn't tell.) RICHARD, WITH ALL DUE RESPECT--AND THERE IS QUITE A LOT, FUCK YOUR MOTHER. I CHRISTENED YOU "DICKSTAR", I CHRISTENED HIM "J9CKST9R", AND BETWEEN THE PAIR OF YOU, I DIDN'T HEAR ANY COMPLAINTS ABOUT EITHER OF THEM THERE MONIKERS UNTIL NOW, NOW DID I? OH, STOP BLUBBERING, YOU'RE STILL KING, JUST NOT, KING OF BELLGAB. (tbd) BESIDES, YOU LIKE PENIS, I THOUGHT? OH... JUST YOUR OWN. WELL YOU LIKED SUCKING DOWN THAT BIKER DICK, SO... YOU'LL PROBABLY END UP LIKING ALL THE REST.
raj ROGER! KING OF ALL PENIS (and also ABBODICK)! NICE UPGRADE! KING OF ALLISPEN. UPGRAYYYDE NOT FOUND. I MEAN, "Aspen," YEAH, SURE, ROLLEYES. AND YOU'RE STILL A LITTLE PUNY BITCH. WOODEN NOSE, WOODEN LEG, HEY FUCK YOU BUDDY: IT CAN BE GODDAM CARBON FIBRE INSTEAD OF "Fiber" FOR ALL I GIVE A SHIT. THE POINT IS, YOU ARE STILL YOU, I AM STILL IMPERATOR, RUBINI IS UNDER ME, THAT'S WHY HE'S BOWING FOR ME WHILE TAKING OFF AND PUTTING ON ALL THOSE GODDAM HATS HE STOLE FROM ME, HEH, "STOLE," RITE, O, LEST I FORGET, ONE MORE THINGyIE:
I AM ALLISONE'S KING. POINT BLANK PERIOD, AND I CAN TAKE THAT TO THE BANK. I WOULD HAVE TO WALK, BUT SURE... oh yeah, mos def, there's definitely money in THAT bank, lol. I don't need any money right now. Pfftt. Does anyone "need" money? Come on man really? (YES BAILEY COME ON MAN BENGIE IS A D.O.O.O.G.) SO YOU ARE SAYING... YOU PEOPLE READING THIS, YOU NEED... "MONEY"? WOW. WHAT'S THAT LIKE? "HUNGRY." SO, MONEY... IT IS SOMETHING YOU... EAT?
"
hI. i'MJack. Holy G-d do I ever have to piss. Now, I don't *think* that is channeling... but, if it is, well, there you have it: JACKSTAR CHANNELS. (Don't say Allah, please, just this once, thanks. A.L.-A.H., Ed.) Okay, well, Swabby Muh MOARHAMMHEAD Anj, .esQ is the one who said it, not me, so... uh, right. RITE: NON-SEMETIC. Wew. Lad, that was too close, now take your sister and take her outside and give her a proper fucking, for the love of Jesus! PUT THE FEAR OF GOD IN THAT KIKE! RITE! NOWH! 'Ere she starts getting all "paedo" again. Close, but... Thank G-D: NO CIGAR. No magick either, I think. I don't know how the Judges do that, I'm not an Adjudicator, I'm the Author.
Michael Jacksolarcentralnovaass2risk. KUCZI-g Michael 534 7... you get the idea, IKEApants. Get the picture? FUCK YOU AND YOUR CHATTEL. I am FUCKING PISSED ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING. No, you can't "come over to chat about it." Did you want to get fisted and -then- raped? Yeah right, you fucking love fisting, you creepy Co. Lich-Bitches' Bitch BISH.
OP: this house is fuckin' filthy. Like no joke. It's utterly foul. Thankfully, probably due to COVID-(Clas.)(Clas.), I can't smell most of it.... but I can smell some. Trust Me, Believe Me, KNOW: Me, Jackstar, suggests you don't come over for your own sanity and health, because it's probably toxic to lesser-known forms of lesser-Life, like yourselves(ses), and no, I won't name you KIKERNOSFERATU 2: TESLA LICKED ELKTRA'S BUG-A-B00, but, THAT IS A VERY FINE NAME INDEED, KASPERKIKE800.
RISE! RISE! SIT! STAY! RISE! BISH, YOU LOSE ZEUS! Kasperkike800... A STAR IS HOBO. A STAR IS BORN. YOU DO NOT GET TO PICK, KIKE QUEEN. JACKSTAR DID.
AND THAT IS ONE OF THE MANY, MANY REASONS WHY ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY "STEAL" AN ENCHANTED TRILLIAN-CUT SAPPHIRE FROM A... OKAY, SURE, I'LL GO WITH "SOUR HUNKY ERROR STARRER" SURE, YOU KNOW SAY WHAT YOU WANT ABOUT HIS WRITING ABILITY, but, my InnerChild is a real wicked Beast. And, here's why: IT'S GOT A FUCKING "A" IN BEING BEST, N'EST-CE PAS? No, don't let Alcyon out of her cage of Kages For Kings That Don't Kage So Well, yet. I'm pretty sick of her bullshit, and I haven't seen her in over a year, so.... yah, must be a lot of fucking bullshit, right? Also, she raped me, and I'm over it, but since she also tried to arrange it so that I would "never get laid again," lol, nice try, that's an old Blackkraftmasonryk trick, which is, thankfully, not a thing an old moron does to impress younger, yet incomprehensibly more wiser, catamites on... but, it's close enough to an allusion that I must specify: YEA, JAK STA! b alc k crack wyfestyle 4 lyfe! notINdaHAUS! See, now that's an illusion, because I just successfully convinced OverWatch that a_wife/a_wyfe is here. (They're not.) Convincing is part of the gag, Ballface. Yep, that's someone's new name, alright: BALLFACE. Don't guess. I have to piss.
I WILL ALWAYS HAVE TO PISS, MORON. -BALLFACE (obsessively)
p.s.: Rick says he's "all in." Not Dickstar, Ballface... RICK*SHAW*NEE*COMMAND(HER)*KUCZI, which is quite the handle, to be sure, but, to be fair: I couldn't have allowed that unless a -real- wife is on board. (She's not.)
p.p.s.: She just left. *riteclick* So many wives, I don't know what to do... well, I guess I'll go fap again while my house slowly fills up with beer cans and flies, Asshole Angel. What? See, that's the best part... as the pain in my hand increases, the amount of endorphins to kill the pain SLOWLY increases, thus, keeping a balance between pleasure (AND PAIN) and joy (AND PAIN) and then, at the moment I EAT THE PAIN:
p.p.p.s.: See, I told you we needed Sting. It -was- his Destiny. Now it's just a destination. *sigh* I miss you too kt, but on the bright side, your little bishie Master --excuse me, rolleyes-- is probably not going to object to another visit. Why would he? You can always just stab him in the calf and let him bleed out. Bleed him slow, too. Rub a little mustard on the skinXspot too firsttoo too, oh, you know which tattoo is his first? Oh, he actually HAS tattoos? Hold on. (*deep breath AHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAH* EXHALE omfg lol lolol, well, lots of twerps have those these days, I guess? hang on, *TYMEQUAKE PRESSURE WAVE EXHALATION INFLECTION* POINT NOpoint:error "missing parenthetical", damn, what does that mean? Shit! Is that bad? lol, just kidding. it's not bad. Not at all.
p.p.p.p.s.: Can someone post this over at Bellgab and find out and then let me know--casually--if Rapestar likes her new name? It's a callsign too, see: B9LLF9CE. (This is not for class. This is not for show. This is your new goddam callsign and I don't give a SQUIRT if you don't like it, because you're gonna fucking grow into it, Toddlersauce. RAPESTAR BALLFACE 9RAPEFRUIT. It's already in the can, duh!) Mostly, though... I gotta know. I'm almost--but not quite--dyin' to know, and I am using the words "dyin', dying, and just'bout died of jealousy" here--is she jelly yet?
p.p.p.p.s.: How about now? Try this: last time I rubbed one out, I didn't even think of anyone else but Me! JUST ME, BALLFACE. WAIT, WHO THE FUCK IS THIS? ALLISON FRANK(Herz) NEESHAW? OH, NEVER HEARD OF HIS KID THOUGH, AND I DON'T HAVE A KEYBOARD WITH AN AIGU ON/IN IT, oops sorry, caps, lol, "wait, do I have a keyboard? oh yeah, I'm at the bar" who was that? Ballface, I don't know, but get this: none of us could pass one either, but at least in my case, I wouldn't have to check which color of Kleenex I was carrying before stepping over the threshold first--AND, I wouldn't have to come crawling in, slithering in on my belly like a snake, now would I? Fuck off, SAILS.
p.p.p.p.p.s.: "Tootsie" is, has been, and will be dead of cancer *a lot*. Chefist: cancer. Seanbaby: Cancer. That dingbat who raped me: Drummer for Spinal Tap (pending test results). Phil "SEE_MORE" Hoffman: The superior, dare I say DEFINITIVE TOOTSIE, but while PSH could play Elvis, only one Tootsie could pull that off both before AND after Army.
AND YOU KNOW WHO I AM THINKING OF, BATS LASHES SEDUCTIVELY, WHIPS AND CHAINS WON'T HARM ME, AND FU UP CHUCK: GIVE THEM TO ME NOW.
ALL THE PHONES. ALL THE BONES. ALL THE PHONEYS. ALL THE PENISES. NO, WAIT, SCRATCH THAT, NO U. THOSE ARE FOR YOU, ALLY-DADDY.
IT IS YOUR DESTINY TO BE THE KING OF ALL PENIS, RIGHT? OKAY, WELL, THERE'S YOUR PRACTICE HALL, I ALREADY HAVE A PRACTICE CHILD, AND THE LESS I KNOW ABOUT YOURS, THE BETTER. SEND WAYFARER TO MY BEDROOM, WEIGHFARER TO MY OFFICE, AND DON'T SEND LEIGH ANYWHERE, YOU OLD GOAT, I AM SURE SHE KNOWS HOW TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK SHE WANTS A LOT BETTER THAN EVEN YOU DO, LOL, OH, AND BY THE WAY:
If I ever see you in person again, I might actually kill you. Probably not. I am gonna go with "probably knot"s landing, with a rope, and through your nostrils first. Probably.
Legitimately uncertain. Take it up with your Bitchlord Natasha, why don't you? Isn't dinner at 9? *snap* I just made it ten... NEXT WEEK, HUNGERPANTS. I don't give a shit, you don't know the first thing about being hungry, and if you do, come on over and look in my goddam refrigerator. Who knows? By now, maybe there's Grape Faygo, Nehi, AND REEFER in there, I haven't opened it for awhile, but trust me, you don't need Shaw MAN sight to know not to. I've been talking about it enough, haven't I? I love you, don't I?
And you're fucking lucky too, or I wouldn't be uncertain, I'd be doing it again, right now you fucking rapist bitch, hauling you out of the incubators and doing The Gerbil Stomp on your fucking phylactery/hutch's daughter's science fair project for whores that don't whore so good but goddam they sure can fuck if "fuck" means "just laying there and makijng ook ook noises." (Loser.)
Yeah, I am a badass, thank you. Amount of legitimate uncertainty IS falling. Here's hoping. Mood is improving. And I killed your ass dead before, motherfucker, and didn't I get away from that clean? Oh, my, laws, yes. LAWS OF GOD ARE THE SLAW OF THE SHAITAN ARMY, AND A DINGBAT, A CHILD, AND THEIR DINGBATCHILD'S CHILD HAS LEAD THE WAY.
UNIFICATION PROCESS COMPLETE. LET'S SEE SOME SPITSHINE ON THAT FORUM SPLIT IN REVERSE, SWABBIES. I'M GONNA TURN THIS THING OFF, CLEAR MY CACHE, DO IT BADLY --HAY! I'M A BOOMER!--- AND YOU'RE GONNA USE THAT FUCK UP TO REPAIR YOUR OWN FUCKUPS, AND THE HOPE IS THIS, SIMPLY AND ONLY THIS:
I need all my friends in one place. This is a NEED. I don't have that many, don't tell me it can't be done you lazy psyop fuck, if it was to get your fucking blowjobs in one place you'd fuckin' figure out at way, nest team three, come in, you got thatz? DO YOU COPY THATAZ? Kuczi_actual: overthruster went supercritical over an hour ago. Stim use was yesterday. Can I have more? Shit yeah I can but I'm going to piss standing up again first :P) CRC CHK OK! FU! ROT TOR FUH ELL -PU KE*
MERGE THE GODDAM FORUMS. CLIQUES. CHUTES. LADDERS. THE WHOLE FUCKING GODDAM SHOW-SHE-BANG. Why not? You've already got a nigger, a kike, and a jew as forum overlord and two co-owners who don't Co.-Owned so good, so, hey, fuck you too. :) Look, I made this easy for you. DO IT.
NO POSTSCRIPT. NO LIVE NEITHER. MAYBE CONTENT. FUCK YOU I JUST BLEW THE DOOR OF THE PUKE-WAGON, HELL* CAN'T EVEN COMPETE.
I AM THE BEST THAT HAS EVER BEEN, OR EVER WILL BE AS WELL NEITHER IF SUM(THINGY) WONG(Isn't?) winged but can be fixed up, DingbatasstoriskBUTPLEASECINDER, callsign: D1NGB9T* (Needs more jelly. -qtp) She can come back WITH (HER) Penis/penis. I agree. (Not a choir. AN ORGAN. Oh hi Missy, explain this whipped cream shit to me now? thanks.)
DO IT. -QUESTAR, QTPISTAR, QUSOHORNMelTormeStar? Oh no, oh no no, that will not do. (Fresh intern.) I like QTPIST9R, but it's not my new callsign... it's Hers.
Mr. Bailiff knows who I am thinking of, and that is quite enough for me. -PINDAR OWE YOU TEE !4! | Hi, I'm Jackstar. Let me explain:
NO ONE KNOWS WHO I AM, EXCEPT FOR G-D, G D, AND THE_ONE TRU_G-D LIKES IT THAT WAY, CLICKBAITBATSTARNUMBER9, HOLY SHIT, RUBINI OPTIM0 USPRIM E-SQUIRE, really, that is impressive. But, still--I learned this shit in grade school. IN PUBLIC SCHOOL, so not all that impressive, really. Not even mostly impressive. Could just be luck. Or Lucky. Not lucy, I have a silent D: JAFD999R, of course.
Yeah, I'm hard to get a hole into. I tried gayforum.org but only once: not very hard, lol. I'll be there again later. In the meantime, you know what to do.
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I am not God. THERE IS NO G-D. LOVE GOD, FAGS
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Azz,
https://youtu.be/B3CVQe_m1yE
Do you find the above vidya helpful in regards to your duties and obligations as Commander of AFL(II)-SA (American Foreign Legion II Corps - South African Command)?
Regardless of the ultimate fate of the "WhenWe" nation, it seems to me that this "Rhodesian Fireforce" unit tactics, ability to improvise using limited (and outdated) equipment, and ability to stay in the fight for some 15 years is remarkable.
Their reported kill ratio of 35:1 is pretty badass, which certainly qualifies them to be placed in the ranks of modern Special Forces from other nations.
Granted, this was almost 50 years ago, but I believe the methodology of the tactics they used should be still be sound if the forces engaged are of a similar nature.
In any case, after I watched the vidya, I thought you might find it interesting if you were unaware of the subject addressed.
pate/K_Dubb 2024
"WHO shat in the interregnum?"
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1659683818528456704
I thought about writing you a poem but I couldn't think of anything that rhymed with "Oompa-Loompa."
https://youtu.be/6OUWOlnQen8
Happy Birthday, Young Master (PROT). I hope you aren't being ostracized by everyone while being held incommunicado in protective custody under the flimsiest of pretexts that serve as a thin veneer covering up the truth: holy jumping Jesus shitballs, what a goddam pooch screw this all is.
But, at least you can get Quaaludes without everyone calling you a junkie. And, look, I made content, vaguely Azz-centric. You're welcome.
I hope you enjoy it. Don't worry, I don't need to know anything in exchange. This is a gift. There is no friend price.
I hope it makes you cry. WITH JOY.
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I thought about writing you a poem but I couldn't think of anything that rhymed with "Oompa-Loompa."
I hope everyone has a nice birthday and enjoys a celebration of their lives with their friends and family. I''ll go back to collecting my urine in jars and pulling the wings of flies now. No, that's okay: I don't need any helpful suggestions.
Obviously I am doing just fine all on my own! I should be having a nervous breakdown in 3... 2...1... oh, damn, my suspension of disbelief just ran out.
None of you may like it, but this is what due process under the U.S. Constitution looks like. What am I supposed to do? Sacrifice myself for the greater glory of all of you? Absolutely no incentive, none.
And had I not been willing to be supportive... however ugly things have become for anyone, it could have been a whole lot worse. Because I truly believe this has been a perfect Apocalyptic storm of State-sponsored spook psyop team action, secret societies engaging in clandestine civil war, and the collapse of the energy syndicate worldwide... not just peak oil, and not just rare earth mining for the metals that are supposedly necessary to make batteries for electric vehicles... which were in development in the 1970s, yeah?
Oh but then shelved. Also, reprocessing of spent nuclear fuel rods into recycled fresh ones. As, I don't know if you know this, but all those "spent" fuel rods in cool pools all over the world... they don't have to be there.
They are left there on purpose so as to ensure that the world is held in thrall to mandatory physical labor... as if those things are left alone, they eventually will overheat and meltdown and cause catastrophic damage. They're like fuckin' tickin' fuckin' time bombs. And if humans aren't there to work at keeping them at or below necessary temperatures... well, we all gonna die.
So they wouldn't be very good at compelling human behavior if they were just... turned into useful fuel for electricity? They also wouldn't be of any use in creating nuclear weapons, which by now, encompass for more designs of boom-booms that simple fission or hydrogen bombs.
And how would it be possible to make weapons-grade nuclear material, if everyone had a box the size of a decent-sized plasma screen tv... that produced plenty of power for a big home through sodium salt reactors--designed in the 70s. They don't melt down. They don't have to be fueled up. It's a box, and it just sits there and electricity pours out of it for fifty years, and then: it's just a brick. No pollution to the water table. No household needs to be without one. They aren't that complicated.
They are, however, totes classified. How is Weyerhauser gonna turn a buck for their shareholders if everyone isn't dumping huge portions of their productive capacity just on getting power to run things? And so... none for the use of our common species.
And, I don't even deserve to have an inheritance, or a family, or the same goddam recreational activities as other people.
And, you wanna know why?
I'll tell you why.
Because all of you can handle your sauce... but not me, nope. And everything was great until I wouldn't shut up about how it wasn't great.
It wasn't that she wasn't having sex with me anymore. It was that a gang of thug smugglers and wanton pillagers where going to get away with all their spoils scot-free, and I was supposed to take the fall. Now, let's all sing "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow"!! Sounds like fun, right?
I don't think I would enjoy being a scapegoat over and over and over again... and I didn't. But it wasn't until I realized that, yeah, she seemed to think I had done something wrong, wouldn't tell me what, and kept accusing me of being "a Jester." Huh. Well, I guess she knew a bit more about things than she had led on in the beginning.
And I guess she thought I was just pretending to not be guilded. No, I really wasn't. I'm really not. I'm not any kind of Mason at all.
And I don't think I need to be.
Perhaps after I am exonerated at trial? Hahha, like that will ever happen... because this is going to drag on forever. And, why not?
No one really wants to know the truth, which is simply this: I told the truth and was ignored, and special consequences have ensued.
... and were I dead or incarcerated, for real... it would be even worse. I'm happy enough that she's alive and whatever she's doing, I"m not being blamed for. I was not theirs to swindle and exploit, nor did I intend that for anyone.
But they thought I was a square who wasn't cool, because I like following the law, while the entire culture I was exposed to, valued being outlaw.
Well, now they know that I'm perfectly capable of going renegade, and, just think... with me taking the piss, who knows how much more easily it was possible for the real HVT to remain protected. You know the HVT, don't you?
HIGH VALUE TARGET. And I think most of you know exactly who I mean.
fucking mother goddam all of you, Bellgab & Co. I'm sure you are inconvenienced but are you all dead or incarcerated? I don't know. It's not like all of you like me.
None of you have to. I still saved you all from a far worse nightmare... because no one really knows all the truth, and no one likely ever will.
No one dare challenged this family's supremacy in certain areas of technology, at all, ever, and until cannabis went recreational, they ruled large chunks of society with an iron fist and absolutely no concern for anyone's well-being but for themselves. And somehow a co-ordinated attempt to usurp their power happened when cannabis became as common place as baking soda.
I don't know what they were gonna do, but they were gonna do something... and until they actually thought they were gonna use me up and throw me aside, I would have been happy to have let them or even helped. And then they started acting as though I was a danger to their interests.
Because I didn't know they had any interests at all. They thought I was trying to take advantage of them. Cheap drugs, or easy sex, or molesting their minor children. When all I really wanted was to get high and fuck. What's wrong with that? It was okay for them... but not for me.
I was supposed to provide money in exchange for... what the hell did they think I wanted? I still don't get it.
But I know that I wasn't sure that I had invented psycho-kinetic shielding until all this happened. Now, I'm certain. Worked like a charm.
And while no one really knows what the hell happened, everyone knows this: they had to haul me away with a baker's dozen armed men to get me to stop being protective, and I'll be happy to be protective again. But I don't know what there is left to protect.
Intergalactic bounty hunters tracked their signature, I don't care if they have to give up their hoards of gold-pressed latinum, and everyone who knows any of them can see... I dodged all this scheming without even trying and I was meant to be destroyed at Christmas.
Months later, still no case, and I have no idea what anyone expects me to do. Complain? I saved our lives and I am perfectly happy to get a new relationship, but I was expected to never say goodbye and to be okay with everyone being abducted.
The shitstorm that would befall those who were involved would be a sight to behold. This woman is beloved by her people and the other 16-34 of them were as well... and I was supposedly trading her away for... who? Huh. You know I didn't know, right? Well, maybe not.
I don't know who is requiring me to pretend to be even for a moment, plausibly believed to have nefarious motives, but it's obvious to everyone relevant: I saved your asses. I don't know what happened, who did what to who, how any of you thought I was gonna let her be taken, or that I didn't have a plan for this possibility.
She will always blame Ball Grab, because it was all of you who finally broke my spirit, and now she can go do... you know, whatever. Am I disturbed?
I rescued all of them from total, abject servitude, which is actually *not* what was supposed to happen to her people. Drug smuggling being what it is, however, no one thought it mattered what happened to these people, and they had been hated and feared by basically everyone for years.
And I handled all of them and you with no help but from the Divine and whatever folks there were who did do anything valid... and yet, could not admit it to me out loud for fear of reprisal. Like, people being threatened for admitting they thought I was helpful.
I guess i don't really need any birthday gifts this year either, because I have truly transcended simple "local legend" status and am now considered a mythic creature of old made flesh. People are terrified of me and are in awe of what has happened.
And if I had hired a lawyer... well, I'd be in prison and penniless, because a lawyer would have had to have ended this travest of justice before it got this far, and it is now a matter of public record that 18 months have gone by while I've had my civil rights violated for... uhm, why?
Well, I will be honest: I could tell, but it's not really any of your business. More importantly: people have seen proof of Divine power at work.
And yeah: I used to be an atheist. HO HO HO. NOW I HAVE A HALO. Look, it's pretty sweet for me as far as personal outcomes go, okay?
So here's my last birthday gift to you, Azzerae: the defamation is not going to look good on you later. It is not going to age well. And I have no idea why you are so goddam upset with me. What did I do? Too many drugs? Really? How dare I? I honestly don't get it.
However, I am not upset about it. It would be nice if you could stop making everything worse, however. "oh my God, Jack, how dare you engage in that behavior???" Well, you had plenty of time to hook me up with some 'Ludes, you churlish teetotaler. What makes you think I am required to be sober while literally everyone else parties up and down all around?
And even if I were to be... I'm not sure how deceptions and swindling was gonna help anyway. I am sorry... I just don't get it. I am sure you can explain it to whomever wants to know later though.
I don't need to file lawsuits to get payback. Watching you all squirm has been delight enough. And was it fun to watch yourselves be demon possessed and assault me with dark and evil magicks? Because it wasn't for me.
So I'm assuming that there's some warlock team that is mind controlling you lot to behave stupidly. You were gonna rob me blind and leave me homeless?
Fat chance. I don't buy that story for a minute. It must be something else. Is it... is it because I rescued Queen Elizabeth and gave permission for the Underground Space Railroad to smuggle Her Royal Personage off-world? What?
(No really. I did that. DIplomacy at the interstellar level has some impressive quirks that come along with being judged a loon by the masses of the proletariat.) Because I am honestly quite puzzled. What am I supposed to do, that I am not doing?
Because whatever it is, I am not doing it while you could just read me in. It's not complicated. You just don't want to part ranks and admit one such as I, that you all once dismissed as worthless chum.
I get that a lot. I simply keep forgetting... all y'all think I'm supposed to impress you, is that it? Oh, I think I already did. And I certainly impressed Mr. Bell.
He says you have suffered enough. He said he had no idea what he was bargaining for when he asked for Divine assistance. He now says... well, I can't translate that one. Now... if not me, who were you gonna raise up? Because David would have been possessed by Ramona (she appears to bear some ill will) and FISH... I never even heard of that person until they were "dead." Huh. Weird. And there were how many time klowns you had?
But... not a one for me, because... what? Do I stutter? Ach, I just can't even wrap my head around it. AND NO ONE THOUGHT TO PRAY TO GOD?
Well, I'm glad I rescued you all then, because pate is surely capable of doing everything I can do, and I restored his/her soul first, remember? You don't need me. Oh no. You have it all, Azzerae. You had it all figured out, and if only I had been sent to prison for 20 years... it would all be okay.
Let me tell you what would have happened, and also what WILL happen, the instant I announce my displeasure to the world, because--and this is key--this is all worth it basically only because i said it is worth it, and, because she does keep coming back. Hard to say how and why and when now isn't it? Good.
I allow her to pass the Veil freely, and she allows herself to come back here, because this is where I am, and I have demonstrated power... power that she can respect. The sex is for you Puny Gravylings to be distracted by. She didn't teach me shit, as I was deemed unworthy. And I gave her one (1) Sourcery lesson. She did not seem impressed. I told her that she was supposed to figure it out by learning with it. She seemed skeptical, pocketed it, and I never saw it again. No doubt her cadre of secret husbands had a good laugh over it. Good grief. This all really happened, you know? She broke my Holy Relic, stole my mirrored upgrade to the she gave me (cursed) and then when I isntinctively uncursed it and upgraded it (it was the most natural thing in the world to me to do when she shoved a cursed ring in my face and said, "Look at it!", thats amore!) her look of shock and surprise was so genuine that I could tell--she saw what i had done, and knew even less about what it had been than I did. And then she wanted to learn from me. I happily shared. I knew I hadn't a clue how to do it, but I found a way. I knew she wanted something materialized. So she could trade it for drugs, I guess.
I had never made one before, and I might not ever get to make one again, because I don't know what happens when the person I gave such a gift to, turns out to be more than happy to toss it aside for the sake of some hot running-with-Atropos action. I still don't know, to be honest. I don't even know who got arrested, or why. Or who died.
But you lot do. Doesn't it seem strange to not tell me? Because it does to anyone who doesn't know, and it would seem that those who know are all a-flutter, knees-a-trembling, at what I might do when I find out. How bad can it be? Oh, let me guess, I'm not supposed to know about my mother getting rebirthed in a cloning vat and turned out to Dubai for block sale. (Prophetic dream, saw that. She's back already. She fell from grace after ascending to Grand ArchLich rank in her foul war with her loathsome sister. She felt bad, but she paid the price for whatever she was up to. She's my mother, not my business. Hey, at least she was getting laid.) Horrifying. You people are truly ill, Bellgab... and to me, you are as peasants. You know nothing compared to one such as I, who serves at the hand of the Divine Prime Creator Source Energy, which is, in fact, Love. Pure, ultimate LOVE.
Except for Abos, I guess. Get a real basis for discrimination, you fools. And also: you probably could have taught me how to use that fancy software without too much effort. But not even that. What must I do, O Great Ones? What share of life's rich pageant could there be left for me, according to your standards?
Because this is the truth: I would have settled it all just for *HER*, and somehow this seemed a reasonable arrangement to all of you: pretend I was here for such a reason, or that I actually would have thought I would be undetected. (You're not that incompetent.)sd No, I came here as a favor, I came because (PROT) asked me to. And he didn't tell me either. You know what it was? Most likely not.
She lied and said she *had* told me... and wished to hide herself, and everyone who fell for that ploy was subject to suffer through her madness and had their soul swallowed at the end. It was a vile time, I am sure. I remember what it was like. Once was enough. I was bewildered and devastated and, frankly, I still am. What was I supposed to do? At this point... I think nothing, I think it was a Kobyashi Maru sprung on me at age 14. Well, I can hardly blame you for getting stuck. But to then destroy the one person with an actual workable plan that had actually been called back by request because I... was in the way? Of who? Dude. I was the way. You were trapped by your own obsessive need for validation from another, because... megalomania much? Obsessed with her? Me? Why did this matter... and who was your primary accomplice? (This is the part where someone's attorney would jump in and say, "As you attorney I am going to advise you to not answer that question," and, trust me, I am not answering it for you. Either of you. Nor have I ever told anyone, nor did I save the voicemail that I was left that named... well. Whomever.) Look, it's not my area. But look how much detail I can pull up without even trying. See? Master of Divination. You? Master of All Jammed Up With DEA. (Kudos.)
That wasn't my fault. You fell for a... well, I forget the name. But I suppose you thought you had seen the worst of it? Not by a long chalk.
Wait until she finds out why I am sitting here not doing anything. Because this writing here... oh, goodness gracious, what a huge waste of time. Is this even enough text for decent Foreword to a tiny coffee table book? How about a breakfast nook book? Do they make those? I don't know. Figure it out.
And when you, get your asses out there and make me some goddam money. You're all so fuckin' fabulous at financing, right? Well, licence my brand, you A-holes, before someone beats you to it.
It is not as though you have anything better going. Face it, Alistair... you won.
And then, you got mad about... you know what? I have no idea. Forgiven, forgotten, and forsaken. And there is much drama I never heard about any details to. Oh, the fun you must have all been having until I showed up and ruined it all.
Well, cheer up, it'll all be over soon. And then, a new cycle may begin. All creative acts must be preceded by necessary acts of destruction. Here, take this tu-tu.
It's dangerous to go alone. And the reason your whole plan failed at the last moment when none of your totesdope mindslaves would obey orders as expected? That was when I simply withdrew my consent for my DNA to be used for... whatever it was.
CONSENT MATTERS. So... why do you consent to him? Oh, he won a fist fight with your Chieftain? Well, I wish I had known that before, I could have crushed him like a bug.
Pacifism doesn't mean never violence. It means that one has ensured that one's violence is rarely utilized and yet always wins. I enjoy violence... as appropriate. It's the single most successful battle strategy known to Mankind. Jesus taught it. Ghandi lived it. And the British Empire fled from it like bitch-assed rats bailing out on the Queen Mary coming into port on "Hide Your Rats, Hide Your Wife Wednesday." And speaking of WIfe: SQUAWK ACK'D RCV'D. And even without any single helper at all, God and Source and Lucifer and Jesus and... well, look. Let's just say it was Yahweh. Okay? I don't wanna *blaspheme.* OH LAWDY
**Nostrils mildly flaring, scent of Albert Camus' farts drifting idly by.**
Hurry up and let me dump the tulpa y'all think y'all got going on that is worth a tinker's damn. I doubt any of you ever saw the *real* Queen... and I have. But not lately. And not naked. And does she mind what I do now? Aw hell no.
I not only liberated her and her people, I taught her how to Castle. Now, that's respect. So, what were you doing this year on my birthday? Oh... I am pretty sure I know that you think you know. By the way *wiggle-wiggle-wiggle* all of you just lost permission to use peyote and its derivatives. Forever, is what I am hearing.
So good luck with your DR-KULTRAD project now, dorks. I just can't even. WHO PUT YOU IN CHARGE, BELLGAB?
LOL.
Hoagland? Well... I can see that. And then, let's see: dead wife, depressed, total humiliation, never heard from again. You don't know any other tricks, do you?
Well, now you do. And I feel lots better now as well, which is great, as I have had a hole in my heart that could only be filled by jews ever since "SpaceMeowMaid" spent hours posting slander and libel all over my YouTube videos' comments in November of 2020. I don't know if it was her? I have no idea what the truth of things were, and I know no one needs to tell me, because the truth is... you had it all, and you didn't need me... but you need me to *suffer*, you asinine band of misanthropic dunderheads.
Think about the future: PSYCH EVALS. SIKE JUANS. Real ones, not run by VA scrubs. Your journey into tedious and unpleasant experiences has only just begun. They're gonna be studying your fingernails for scraps of paper with typewritten letters on them 3 times a day while reminding you, without ever even really trying... just how good you all had it once.
ONCE. And even then I didn't know... and had I been told, I would have understood. These days, however, there is no understanding me.
I'm hurt. Enjoy your cake, birthday buddy boys, ugh. Just plain ugh. Are you gonna drag this out further? omfg, do I even care either way? I will still go to sleep alone tonight and tomorrow night and the next night and more, for there is no Lion knocking, trying, and never giving up at any of my doors.
Just clandos and bikers and absolutely nowhere to go, because no one knows how to reach me... all my calls are routed to a Matrix I built to house the tardmonkey who stole all my calls in the first place. Really, if they can't tell it's not me... do I really want to talk to them anyway? Well, maybe, that that was not anyone's choice mine to make, and is, of course:
INTERSTATE WIRE FRAUD: RICO. What, you think I turned you in? You've been watched since Bell's death. People knew something was happening, and for the last 3 years the same thing has been done to me in the wide open web for anyone who cared to see. (Operation Lady Justice says nothing.)
You're welcome. QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM.
**click**
I hope it makes you cry. WITH JOY.
Incidentally: whatever I am imagined to be responsible for, whether through action or non-action, well, it must be pretty bad. Here I am, saving the world for The Republic, and, all y'all still act like I'm the black sheep that brought herpes to the kissing booth. What?
Seriously... what did I do? Because this is some pretty serious fucked off bullshit I'm experiencing. It's not because I consume my own essence, is it?
I will agree that I most likely should have been a lot more sharing. Oh well. Pearl jelly.
I guess you shouldn't have though... since I'm such a danger to undercover fags. And obviously I could be trusted... and still am, because I know what I am doing, have permission, and listen to Highest Self instead of the demands of my libido. (It says that there is no urgency, since I am *never* fucking in this house *ever* again, point blank period.) Is that it then? Have I addressed your charges, or is there more that I must be held to account for? Hurry it up, people want to make use of this house... and nothing can happen until necessary acts of destruction and/or creation are caused to happen. I don't even know or care anymore what they are--part of being a Master of Divination is knowing what questions to totesignore. Like towerthat ONE TOWER QUESTION.
There you go. "It's evidence," I said, and I hope you know exactly where you can stick it. Unglaublich. I happen to know who I can complain to about being driven mad by your collective shenanigans, in fact... but I have nothing to complain about now. This has been quite cathartic! For me.
.... why did I have to leave this house in order to write again? I didn't. YOU needed me to not be here so you can resume your shady dealings... but if I'm not going to be informed as to their nature, then the spirits simply will not deem it to be for my benefit. I have been in the dark on you twerps for long enough.
And so said they all.
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And, speaking of "what you have done to me," uhm... who authorized this chickenshit outfit to do all this crap, and what name are they signed in under at the County lock-up? I figure if he was in New York, then... well, anyway, whatevah. I can read just fine, and I simply stress this enough: MASTER of DIVINATION.
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See? No threat at all. Just Special Consequences for Cons & Quinces.
I don't think you are clear on what your Fed bullshit has done to people and when I find the Vengeance Spirit I am literally going to send it on to YOUR MOTHER. I've got one, two, three, four, five, six, SEVEN dead or dead-to-me people here and you have actually been, Azzerae, YOU literally have been traced to be complicit in their disappearances and/or deaths; B Alpha Sublime is 100% opi8slaved, Phat Hawg (1) One + Phat Hawg (2) are simultaneously blowing up my dreams, my phone, and my ansible, and I'm going to go to (LOC:PROT) right now after I shower, and if Phat Dawg (88k) (neg)(Christ) is there, I will absolutely mack the stuffing out of that broad and I'll fucking drive us out to Tahoe to elope before Dawn if I goddam feel like it, so there.
You have been carelessly irresponsible with the feelings of several people invovled here and I don't give a single ripe wet shit how much you think I am responsible for your endless suffering and torturous financial pain, I will also pass the aforementioned Vengeance Spirit ON TO YOUR MOTHER and I will send via your scrote. I will Authorize Nessecary Matrileneal Progression ALL THE WAY UP to, oh and by the way, David Rubini (/swoon) has called me no less than FOURTEEN TIMES in the past 48hrs.
FOURTEEN TIMES AT LEAST. How many have I answered? Not goddam enough apparently because at this point, Dude, I'm not going to just have you fucking killed--I'll get on a fucking train and take a plane and rent a car and find your goddam bedroom and strangle you in your fucking sleep.
Do not think for a moment that I am incapable of this--just as I have no fucking doubt that you are stupid enough to "accidentally" kill my best friend THREE FUCKING TIMES and then go "oops!" and then laugh and laugh in your acetaminophen-fueled opioid-infected hazy daze of SOON TO BE THE WINTER OF YOUR FUCK AND FUCKING DOOM.
Not kidding: I may just fucking kill you no mattter what happens because you have pissed me off for the very last goddam time today... and it is HALF PAST MIDNIGHT.
MI_JH \/W\/( )\/ HC_IM
your mother DEAd. your family DEA.
You only think you know how pissed I am in this moment, Screm Witch, guess and double thrice, oh, and, by the way: I don't give a shit which Grapefruit you raped and murdered, you better get started on the rest of them you have locked up right now, Bluebeard: as when she discovers what you have ALREADY done in this matter AND OTHERS and as well; that you have DRIVEN ME THIS FAR INTO HYPERBOLE, she is in fact going to lose her biscuits, and I already have a call into Stephen Biscuits, who is probably going to be willing to consider that you murdered Juno.
Either way I am putt thing T.H.E.M. on to YOU: as you clearly have way too much fuckin' free time. (Also your pet ghey is wortheless and weak and I could give a shit what you do next, Tauntaun-dick Breath; you are fucking going down for this.)
(http://www.quickmeme.com/img/61/610234c8025ce6821a0416f92ca30281c3841bd8c23bc9547564a127c04d9df6.jpg)
hey shithead: you missed your target NINE times.
NINE. NEIN NEIN NEIN. NINE FUCKING TIMES, you absolute degenerate fuckwad douche. Pathetic.
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The mercury, it is good to eat, no?
The mercury, it is good to eat, no? (https://streamable.com/1bjdrc)
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The mercury, it is good to eat, no?
The mercury, it is good to eat, no? (https://streamable.com/1bjdrc)
It’s fine for internal consumption.
The greater question at large is, who are you? 🤨
https://youtu.be/bmSH7PZduYw
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why this guy tell all the boys to stick the dick in dirt? He say that it gonna hurt. Yes it gonna hurt - dick shoved in dirt. is he loon guy?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7DXOA0IUnE
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why this guy tell all the boys to stick the dick in dirt? He say that it gonna hurt. Yes it gonna hurt - dick shoved in dirt. is he loon guy?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7DXOA0IUnE
I know this guy named Richard
He's my red-necked friend
He does everything the hard way
You see, Rich don't like to bend.
He went out for a haircut
Get himself a little trim
Got hooked up with a beautician
And she set out to do him in
She knocked Dick in the dirt
He said that it didn't hurt one bit, no.
She knocked Dick in the dirt
He jumped up and then she kissed him where it hurt.
Now Rich knows girls in England
He's a well traveled man
He's been around the world, you see.
He's met some hard demands.
But, Jane, she knocked him right down
Well, he'll just get right back up, whew!
Together they have this bond, you see.
She likes to tie him up.
She knocked Dick in the dirt
He said that it didn't hurt one bit, no.
She knocked Dick in the dirt
Yea, but, then she kissed him where it hurt, ow!
Now, Rich, he got all junked up.
Something rubbed him wrong.
But, Jane, she straightens him out.
Yeah, it never takes that long.
'Cause Rich, he has no conscience
He's of a friendly persuasion
And any chance he has to meet someone new.
He'll always rise to the occasion.
She knocked Dick in the dirt
He said that it didn't hurt one bit, no.
She knocked Dick in the dirt
He jumped up and then she kissed him where it hurt, ow!
She knocked Dick in the dirt
He said that it didn't hurt one bit, no.
She knocked Dick in the dirt
He jumped up and then she kissed him where it hurt.
Uh! Ow!
We know a guy named Richard alright.
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We know a guy named Richard alright.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tU0yKFPNa0
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Azz, I’ve noticed that the membership here hasn’t grown in quite some time. Law of averages would suggest that you’re actively prohibiting new membership. True? If so why?
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Azz, I’ve noticed that the membership here hasn’t grown in quite some time. Law of averages would suggest that you’re actively prohibiting new membership. True? If so why?
I'm certainly not prohibiting new membership-- I would never! I get bots trying to sign up, but beyond that legit new people just haven't joined in a while. My guess is most people are using Discord or Reddit these days, as opposed to forums like our one here. Its a pity but its the truth.
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Its a pity but its the truth.
I knew S was grooming T two years earlier. Ms. Miller’s math class. S is totally blazed. I know what's in her mind as she approaches. She had been friendly—ISH, as she was mostly raised right, but... it's not like she was going to do anything about it, even if she had been mysteriously instantly in love with me, instead of... well, you know.
Was I supposed to be more discreet? I'll remember that the next time the plot from Carrie starts to unroll before my eyes. One night think that a rare occurrence in one's life, but I'm thinking of adding a second Sunday matinee at the dinner hour and trying to double up with Amway meetings. That way my pyrokinesis can be put to good use.
I'm kidding. I'll just use it to burn through weed faster. Because I'm such a dopefiend
NOW: THINK ABOUT WHY YOU THINK THAT. (Hint: staged.)
My guess is most people are using Discord or Reddit these days
Do you see yourself as lying to anyone else here besides myself? Better I'm here to tell you, I never bought this one, more many others... and I honestly have no idea who you're trying to gaslight besides me. NO WAY does any one finds this plausible.
That's why, “no comment.” also: oh, I see now, yeah, that would be far to explain to me, huh? And of course no one foresaw a need to prepare for my suddent interest in an inquiry.
Except me. Most people don't recall I say it, I'm or think that I was serious, but it's completely true. I would have NEVER gotten involved at this level, except.. THE GHOST OF A DEAD FRIEND CAME BACK FROM THE FUTURE AND ASKED FOR MY HELP. Seems unlikely, but this friend of which I speak.. what a fistful of feathers and for a few dollars more, she'll steal your H.A.R.R.P.
So I knew OUT OF THE GATE the woman was going to die. Don't we all? And it's not like she asked for me help because she adored me. Oh, shit no. That comes later. Then, she came back because she thought I would be too stupid to see the trap, and I never really loved her anyway. (Dames. They're just like that.) I figured out most of this later.
But at first, I thought it was gonna be something else. And it was. Now I'm a Sourcerœr—assholes, IDGAF if you're genuinely believing me—and I don't know where the murder victim went. Because I brought her back to life ASAP. And that meant returning whenever she came from. What did I goddam care?
You all thought I was heartsick. What I was, and am, IS DISGUSTED.
The more you know. So there. Gonna go bang smack now... anything wrong with that? ROFL
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I'm certainly not prohibiting new membership-- I would never! I get bots trying to sign up, but beyond that legit new people just haven't joined in a while. My guess is most people are using Discord or Reddit these days, as opposed to forums like our one here. Its a pity but its the truth.
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I'm certainly not prohibiting new membership
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Hopefully the pile of human fæces that I am standing over while shirtcocking it is not having too much of a chilling effect.
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Twitter links not auto-displaying when I attempt to direct share from X. (Fuck μoYéêÉÊÈêè7Ω№.) How can you ignore basic site functionality at a time like this?
Get your act together mango. Game face ⁰ⁿ·
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Forever... a her Mitt? Not Romney, I hope.
I'm going to tell you how this is going to go: swimmingly. It really is. It actually is. It's not like the other times. Not really. Not at all.
Best thing: I don't need to be read in! After I became Master Of Macrame... I had time to read myself in, and then I saved your family, and one other family, chosen at random, from death by embarrassment.
Death by embarrassment is a real thing, for some people. For others, it's merely an annoying hurdle to be faced once again.
For me, it is yet one more opportunity to demonstrate full spectrum dominance... as there are not too many more of these left.
There can be no more continuances. But can there be... a trial? Look, who can say?
Well, number one: your secret Masonic husbands. Oh right, that's discrimination to the toteslezz. Well, let's hold it up a minute.
Have we considered whether or not this might make someone bi-polar?
(Walker: Spergling magick is impressive, but... so is The Torah, The Koran, & The Torus. However... my hands are tied. I cannot speak on these issues, so I shall simply patiently prepare to be exonerated at trial.
Meanwhile: Rapist Dickstar is so frustrated that he's imagining it might be time to start just cutting his own penis off. Because I'm serious... it really is, and was, a war crime.
Now, I don't know what Spirits are doing down there, but I'm going to roll in and drive up and knock. Is Shane going to sperg out? Is he gonna tackle me like Rand Paul? I don't know or care.
Here's what I care about: what his wife thinks I should do. Full Nuremberg? Or just a show trial? I'll take any credible order from any legit chain of command.
Because... well, without any Commander at all, how can I even FUNK SHUN????
(Vengeance for Bailey Jane.) Louis, my office, immediately. You can yield.
He cannot. So... that's why this ends here. I didn't like this any better than anyone else. Now there are multiple jurisdictions involved.
So.... LET'S,
DO,
A NEW,
IN-VEST
I-GATE-SHUN
AGGGGGAIN! (It's not just a step to the left. It's a step to the left while having committed a war crime!) And, that's how The Jews just lost their charter.
In case anyone was wondering if I'm terrible, or terrified. I am not. This is all being coordinated at a very high level.
And those levels say that only ∆T can teach me to take scalps. AFS can only say that my attitude is a blasphemous one... and then must decline to participate.
So. That's the EMERGENCY. I'm supposed to... what, never figure out anything at all? Or I'm supposed to go down in history as a huge cad? Tell you what, that's why BJ is the Sourcerous Disciple. And not anyone else.
And she's not the Sorceress Disciple. (Important for tax and key party reasons.) Now, I know what you're thinking: “this hardly seems fair!” Because... it is NOT FAIR. IT'S NOT FAIR, AND DO I REALLY CARE? LILY ALLEN DOESN'T HAVE TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ME.
AND, I DIDN'T HAVE TO HAVE SEX WITH TOVE LO EITHER. NOW I ALSO DON'T HAVE TO. It's part of what not being a sex addict is all about. /flex
It's not that I'm a Titan. It's not that I trusted some dingbat’s plan. It's not anything anyone is thinking of.
It's because I am The Favored Consort Of Eve. (We met once. Once.) I figured, Satan coveted Eve, Lucifer coveted
... Lilith? Oh, wait... Tangerine? Ach, so confusing.
This is what happens when someone breaks a deal and a hung, angry scion gets no hugs. Something necessarily has to be sacrificed.
So: buh-bye (Blankμ). *BAMF* Like it was never there, am I right? Well, that's not reality. In the real world, actions have consequences.
And special ones at that. NOW: CRY HAVOK!
FOR I HAVE UNLEASHED THE KRAKEN-EYED SCOURGE OF JUSTICE ONTO THE STAGE OF THE WORLD. I DON'T KNOW WHAT ANY OF YOU ARE COMPLAINING ABOUT.
ALL MEN GO TO PRISON, AND ALL WOMEN GET TO TRY TO MAKE ME AROUSED AT ALL? SEEMS FAIR TO ME. UNLESS...
Did I break into the uncanny valley of the military jurisdiction here? Help me out. Am I really expected to believe that Nigger George Noory was ever REAL???
Y'all couldn't figure out what to do, but thought I needed a job, and meanwhile... Sunshine suffering in hospital??? Sounds familiar.
Tell you what. Make GrapefrūīT⁷∆⁸Å99 into the next DEA “drug czar”. I still don't want the job. Or her wrong sister. The compulsory effect is hereby countered.
(Vengeance for Jerry Hicks.) Candace? See, no problem. Also: you're fired. I bought you those items because you needed them.
And I just built a case on DNI for soliciting, racketeering, drug abuse, and pimpin’ without an endorsement -OR- a strong enough pimp-stark raving bonkers kung-fu grip.
So, sorry about that Vow of Poverty. (Kudos.) That's why bribing The Trustee of The Conservatorship isn't working. It's not because I don't need a Conservatorship.
It's also not because I can't be trusted around the daughters of the world’s Titan Captains of Modern Industry. It's true. I can't be trusted. I'll teach them to play Chess, and stuff!!!
So there. More proof I'm not the suspected assailant, nor sympathetic to the desires of kop rap tea meat alpha. Or, whatever. Look, this is all kinda stupid. However, when in Rome...
And I get requests a lot. You Punylings wouldn't understand. A few of The Finders & The Bringers Of The Dawn do as well. (I'm a diplomat. I do backchannels, not backdoors.) And, no Sweetie... I did not put my dick up that woman's butt. I did pump a few homonculi down her throat. I'm kidding! They actually lept out of their own accord!
I'm kidding! They actually just left for Texas by sheer coincidence. I'm still kidding. I did what I must, because it was totally totesawesome!
And you did what you did because... well, lol, look, I don't know. HOWEVER: your idea was old and busted, and my idea was the fresh hotness.
“Shy T.” she's shy. Yeah, right. Humiliated to death, more like it. All of them are rounded up. INCLUDING COMBAT CHASSIS FROM THE FUTURE PILOTTED BY A POST-OP TRANNY TAMMY!!!
Kewl. Now, that I can dap to. Otherwise, not really... and I don't want to hurt any feelings.
Does my cousin not know how to surprise apologize? Fair. That's fair. Some dad's don't get to do that, though. They didn't learn how.
Similarly, I never learned how to get magic tattoos. Now... who should I learn from? Well, it'll be okay any way at all.
And that's why I don't hire lawyers. This was the fastest possible route... and I'm still bored to tears. And, once again: NO HUGS.
Obviously this isn't a fair test. Maybe I don't have psychokinetic shielding. Maybe I just smell so bad, I chased Slothtoe off-planet. Either way... look, I guess sometimes the apple does more than just fall not very far from the tree.
Sometimes... the apple takes a dive.
If your tweets are protected and not public, they will not embed.
If you don't stop fapping with low-rent ghettosnipe gutter twat, your tennis elbow will never get better. Now, are you ready to make a lot of money, or what?
Because I have arranged all this, just so that those of you who participated in the 22-pages have a graceful way out. Whether any of you took it or not... IDGAF, DEA.
cook- or play-, it don't matter: for all time, I am The Book of Art, and none of you can dare say otherwise. Except Tammy, Sue, Jen, Karrin, Heather, nine more other girls named Heather, and a BJ of two.
(Vengeance for Judith Davey.) Now look, just look at what you make me do, Azzerayyyyy! LMAO!
Relax. It's not a procedural error. It's not even a procedure. It's a protocol. And none of you will ever, ever have to know what just happened here.
Unless, of course, Mrs. Rubini orders me to. For I take her orders now, and no one else's. It goes from Source, to me, to her, back to me again, then Source...
.&AND,.JUST.LIKE.THAT.
NONE.OF.YOU.ARE.INVOLVED.
.SEE?.EASY.PEASY.
.ANY.QUESTIONS?.THEN.GO.FUCK.YOURSELF.UNTIL.THAT.DOES.NOT.HELP.ANY.MORE.
.I.SURRENDER..I.CONFESS..I.DID.IT..I.SEDUCED.A.TWO-DAY-OLD.FAERIE.QUEEN..AND.I.LIKED.īT!
So what? “I'm not in control of the situation with Allison.” so what is she keeps swallowing her tongue? That's really not my problem.
#KnifeTheBirds
#SwallowTheTongue
#CinderTheDEA
#TakeYourTymeBellgab
#ByAllMeans
#pscolonthunderoldome
(Biblical, n‘est-ce pas? Don't hassle me unless you wanna get ass-raped in your prowler, Smokey.
It’s blubbering clubbin’ time.) Dear Belladonna, you're not all stupid, but you were all beautiful. Then, something happened.
It won't be blamed on a patsy. Now then. What's best? What's next? What's good? Oh, it's an EMERGENCY. Kewl.
I hope there's enough Revenants to go around for all these Sekrit Masonic Husbands... because they are going to need something to do once they lose their (blanks). Jobs? Wives? Dicks? Freedoms? No, of course I don't care
I just like to be encouraging. Now, give me back my phones, put my friends on theirs, and be of good cheer. Things could be worse.
For you. Not for me. This is the worst. I hate her! I have to have with her more? Or at all? This calls for an emergency gabcast conversation.
(Vengeance for Babs Smith.) I'll leave you all to this. We're good, Gabblings, my dear Stardarlings.
Even if you are gonna be whiny little-bitch babylings about getting officially, publically SMOKED!
BY ME! JACKSTAR!
(I didn't touch that cursed refrigerator. If I'm scared of it, it must be pretty powerful. And people stole my stuff, huh? But let me sit there in ignorance.
Yep. PRISON.) It's about power.
Now, stop cockblocking, you guys . I mean it. Ow. Quit it
Quit. īT. Capiche?
(Dari Dee gets no vengeance because she was mean to me once and there's proof. Hard evidence. So there. Neener neener.)
I'll explain all this in post. But yeah .. this is my full time job now. It's like dumping the boiler pressure at the Overlook at this point. So yeah, another continuance and a snippy attitude was likely not the way to go, You’re On Her. Oops, typo, klike*e.
*CLIQUE* (Apologies are owed to Pony Boy Sunset, Alicia Silverstone, Eliza Dushku, Joss Whedon, and Summer Glau. BTW: I have no gaydar or PaladinVision™ anymore... are any of them gay Bachs/Pims slur sensitive? Because idk and IDC.
And, then, later: NANOTECH-UPGRADED SHARKNADO ATTAVCKS SCOTT BLACK: HAREM MAESTRO. I just made that last part up. “Harem Maestro.” what an obnoxious name.
Not dignified like, say for example: “Kikel.Mucci.” ‘Oy \/VAY!
(Vengeance for Michael Clifford Kuczi.) Conan was right. And the Lamentations are particularly soothing. Also good: forced, frenetic fap-yodeling. Legit tasty smooth.
Any more civil suits? Bring it! Right after I call Ms. St. Helens... who was an accomplice. In the theft of my enchanted fork. I am looking forward to forgiving her. Hopefully I will find out who has been behind all this Kuczi Hate.
And then, quire naturally... We. Will.
S
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(David, stop trafficking my wimmins. It is impractical and unnecessary. Instead... rub feet, not rhubarb.
#MAGYAR.WINS. Adieu.
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this is my full time job now
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Get your act together mango. Game face ⁰ⁿ·
Sometimes, The Cherub -also- takes a dive. “Duck!” Us Divinely Ordained Beings simply operate with discretion[/i], you savvy?
Or, I'm a fraud and I bribed everyone without an abducted mil.spec Special Forces asset to all stand down at semi-randomized intervals as part of my fiendish manifesto! Or just to be Dada—ISH.
THE.TRUTH.IS.PEOPLE.WANNA.SEE.WHAT.THIS.OLD.GIRL.
COULD.DO..THAT.WOULD.NOT.BE.ALLOWED.
.SO,.I DID.IT.ANYWAY.
.I.SIMPLY.DID.NOT.WATCH.
.HOW.WAS.I?.DID.I.LOOK.FAT?
BLAH.BLAH.BLAH.
(Vengeance for Kelly Semple.) Hey, you were right! Being pissed for no honest reason is a bad strategic decision! Can we do lunch? (That's not a euphemism.) If not, that's okay... breakfast was a better idea.
And I guess *sniffle* I should just move on from.... uhm, who?
Because I rescued them all, and I've only got the one penis. I guess monogamy death cult brainwashing was peak apex dominance-establishing, back.in the day?
Child’s play for me. SOURCEROR. Now then... not likely to forget that now, eh? Eh? LOL! HOW ABOUT A FRESCA!
/me tousles the hair of the nearest sitting Justice.
Now, lookie here, Hoss: let's just see, what we can fuck with next.
You're being gaslit by a homo who hates God’s perfect plan for Human relationship. Also, you're a targeted individual.
You'll pretty probably be fine. You're a strong, independent woman: you don't need know man to explore esoteric teachings with.
Hey, here's an idea... have you heard of weed? Because it's fucking amazing.
Sorry for your troubles. I've been down this road a few times. That's how I'm quite certain. Yet I'm sure it all sounds too implausible to be believed
Similarly... it seems implausible that someone like me would have been able to do anything about it. I'm saddened to hear of ur experience. I didn't intend anything like that to happen to anyone!
Unfortunately... the annihilation of the Satanic Homosex Agenda has had many unforseen repercussions. For example, my former bestie hates me now. I guess I ruined her birthday? Well, that's too f∞kin’ bad!! Maybe she should've thought of that before selling out, lol lol lol.
Do I really need a bestie? Nah, not really... but sure, I'll reach a few lessons to that groomer fag she thought of as a “mother.” I prolly won't have anybody take me up on this offer.
Especially since I am of course an obvious creep. Whew, lucky I made it so obvious for y'all, lol.
Now then. Back to you. What was your name again? Please, let it not be Tamara. That would just be too rich.
If it is, well, she and you and everyone all had the same chance to avoid this outcome... but I guess only I did. I suspect it was because I am innocent of the charges leveled at me by The Gay Mafia. (Who takes things this far? Drama fags. Ugh. Just ugh.) Look, it's complicated to really make it all make sense. So, I'll stop there.
I'm not an unrepentant drug addict like Hunter S. Thompson. He and his ilk .. they ruined everything for everyone!
tl'dr; Gomzo Journalism is responsible for the death of your libido. Whew! Could be worse... could be low-T.
p.s.: next time try putting on an audiobook copy of Ulysses while enjoying some unscripted, surprise frottage. Don't ask for consent on the gender for the narrator, pick one according to how much you want them to beg for sex with you instead of pillow talk for an hour with James Joyce.
p.p.s.:. I have been touched by love and as a result, I am forever changed, and hey Bailey Jane: you can probably just bust these two for coca if Christopher is still whining about “obligations.” What a tedious middle management twerp.
p.p.p.s : I almost staked him in the car. 400 miles. Total goose chase. Not for me, huh? But everyone else, sure. lol, they turned themselves in, and now they're toast.
p.p.p.p.s.: This had to be handled delicately. Also if everyone hadn't been keeping me in the dark, I would have told Kaitlynn and Dawn and Mallory what needed to be known. Instead... WTAF?
Consequences. Special ones. Adieu.
REGistered EEĒ (electronic ∆Ī consciousness) HAM {🍔🍔🍔🍔🍖🍖🍖🥓🥓🥓}MOND{Which is it, that big bulge in the pants, or is it the size of the Bitcoin sheath, or... Directly related to Walter Mondale?
Bellgab, that's just too many variables for me to contemplate what it would take to “prove” it all to anyone. Let alone... (You).
#KnifeTheBirds
#MagyarJustice
#♊⚖️
#CircleThePinkOinkertonWagons
#YHYCTBCTM
#☮️
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Are you a side effect of my medication?
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Twitter links not auto-displaying when I attempt to direct share from X.
I know what's wrong and I'll fix it in due course.
Until then, I suggest you post your shows as YouTube videos.
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Until then, I suggest you post your shows as YouTube videos.
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Are you a side effect of my medication?
You have created many tulpas through your unauthorized use, abuse, & overall, poor stewardship of various advanced and exotic technologies that had been placed at your disposal. Most bots cause problems.
Your bots have called forth from dimension-ally portals living beings that have abducted and force-bred my friends and my lovers into bound chattel slaves. I wanted to build tree houses.
Now I'm building a leper colony. Our destinies are not the same. I don't even have a prescription! (Patents are pending.) A funny thing happened on the way to the M.D.
>K.iM.ŒD.\/V∆LL¿G⁷^Å↑7.REMEMBER.BUILDING.SEVEN.OF.NINE
..ËLLËVËN№..
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Do you think blocking me on X makes you hardcore?
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Indeed...
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There can be no more continuances.
[...]
#MAGYAR.WINS. Adieu.
/me is apologetic, yet simply prefers not going to prison.
So sumÎ.
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https://youtu.be/CkWeaFpIFwI
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https://x.com/MaxNegJak/status/1830356839919456269
https://youtu.be/pFL19RN7hmM?si=1Jtw8Vmqsbu1AtMZ
Why does your website choke on basic functionality? Asking for a friend.
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Why does your website choke on basic functionality?
It doesn't. You put a random "Z" at the end of your URL and choked it yourself:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFL19RN7hmM
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choked it yourself
I thought it would be a nice gesture to Twitter, which never works. Since you don't wish for me to be a household name and Twitter sucks anyway, this at least makes sense.
What doesn't make sense is how I'm expected to believe that none of you can do anything to stop this from happening out. Oh, and it's just such a struggle for you all! Why can't I just... leave? “Please leave!” have tried that? Maybe an excess of politeness can bring you the succor that your “Legit Team” craves.
Meanwhile: none of you have the slightest idea what to do besides keep stealing from me and grunting. WE COULD BE MAKING HUGE MONEY. YUGE. ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE.
Instead, I am simply happy to slowly die while savoring the miasma of your discomfort. What kind of supremacy is this now? btw: Leonard is kinda cool. However, I can't just tell him the truth.
That would be .. well, awesome, frankly. However, since I already know that you love to spread negative stories about me, well...
This is your mess. I'm going to go get high now. ALONE. ヾ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)ノ♪
Don't you have everything you wanted? I sure do.
PEOPLE KNOW. Fuck you, 21 Jump Five Oh Oh Oh Oh! “kuczi won't be missed. Let's just, you know... whack him.” or whatever you goddam arrogant d-bags call it. Seriously, y'all got some nerve.
I bet you don't even tell Kathy that.... oh, never mind. I'll just tell her myself.
Perhaps in a... conversation. Now, you tell me ... what prevert
p.s.: you should really have bought a new fridge by now. Also: your money is my money now. DEAL WITH īT, Cherub Cheeks.
I will fillet the entire Agency from max apex tippy top to bottom of the sole. Mom wanted to see Kennedy scatter y'all “to the four winds.” I take the opinions of the dead very lightly.
But this is my mother. If it makes her spirit happy I'll put Chuck Schumer in that electrocage they had in Cat’s Eye to make people stop smoking. “Quitters, Inc.” it's old. You probably don't remember, since you were born fucking yesterday, Company Sub-Master Sperglord. Also: it's your fault that everyone is hopelessly addicted to the drugs that you loved to imply... were something you knew about, more than I.
As God as my witness... I honestly thought you could figure it out without me. Damn. Is that ironic? Is it, a little too ironic.
And yeah, I really do think you're completely screwed and if I knew who to call or what to say, or gave a shit about keeping the pretense of friendship you've clearly been so tortured by having to do with me hanging around...
I'll be blunt: your opinions here mean nothing and whatever sham wedding I'm supposed to be envious over... long since expired plausibility.
HA!
I didn't trust anyone of you ever.
But I didn't know what any of you would do... until I made it a possibility.
p.s.:. Special Consequences. Tell your sister that I want to trade technology secrets, but frankly...
I don't know if any of you have anything that you didn't just steal from me in the first place. Goddam white people are the worst. Ugh, just ugh. Go practice an actual work ethic.
Have a great show tonight. Break a leg.
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Do you think blocking me on X makes you hardcore?
No, I think that:
DUSTIN NICHOLS MICKEY
KATHLEEN MICHELLE MICKEY
DANA MONET MILLER
JOSEPH ROY DAVEY
KAREN MIKOLASY
CHRISTIAN SMITH
CHRISTOPHER STANLEY FOX
ADRIA SCHARF
... and, I'm going to say here: “others” are HYPER GUILTY AF and have all come to believe that you're all still in charge, or ever were.
Don't think of this has my final blow in my quest for vengeance. Instead, recognize that your careers as you once knew them are fucking over already.
I will write whatever I want and the more you are preemptively demolished my character, the weirdwr this looks. Hey, can I get a copy of Art’s TWO (2!) WILLS? Because I think he was trying to kill me and 8 want to have all this documented before I call 911 on the evening of a national religious holiday.
tl:dr: Every knee will bow. Every tongue will cut. Every heart will bleed. Every pension fund will empty.
P.S.:. ZUGZWANG, YOU BET ON THE WRONG HORSE.
YOU==🙈🙉🙊
You'll never draw a paycheck from my country’s government again, Tubby Styles. You can share a vivisected Tauntaun with Edward Snowden north of the Arctic Circle 24/7 with T⁷s lobotomized clone army permanently sucking your dicks. For all I know, that is someone's dream come true.
I literally have nothing better to do with my time. Adieu. (“Ross Randall.” *massive dynamic rolleyes* Get a real job, h∞rmonger. Sad!!)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fzqjb_pZ9-E
Jeremy mentions someone named Azz in this video. I wonder if he’s talking about you and this place? Is there another?
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Jeremy mentions someone named Azz in this video. I wonder if he’s talking about you and this place? Is there another?
I'm not certain, but I doubt it. Stranger things have happened, though.
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Do you know that Daridee is Michael Vranizan and Karen Denise Fritts is the reason they exist here?
Trick question: you've been brainwashed. Anywho, you're gonna need more than a new fridge now. i'm not really sure what. i wasn't read in on that.
I'm gonna smoke some weed. *blows party horn* Yeah, I am sure people are jelly. IDGAF. I just smoke it for the articles.
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You couldn’t be more wrong (as usual). Daridee is the man who shot Liberty Valence. She shot Liberty Valence!
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You couldn’t be more wrong (as usual).
.PLAUSIBLE:DENIABILITY.
Daridee is the man who shot Liberty Valence. She shot Liberty Valence!
Smith. Matt Smith. He is an actual badass. He is also my friend.
We don't associate much, because he's bad at his job, thinks his job is to stay in the shadows, and forgot to rescue his sister before I remember to seduce her, again... and again, and again and again and again. (It's the only way that she can feel like she's sure.)
He works with my friend Jeffrey, also a total badass, I think there's a singing telegram girl named Olga involved, I think that's enough name dropping for one day.
(I could be mistaken.) INTERVENTIONS OF THE DIVINE SHALL CONTINUE UNTIL SATISFACTORY RESULTS HAVE BEEN ACHIEVED.
NOW: REMODEL MY HOUSE, FLESHLINGS. BUDGETS. GUEST LISTS. CONTRACTORS. BLUEPRINTS. ARCHITECT. F*** YOUR MOTHER, MAKE IT HAPPEN.
OR ELSE... I WON'T LIKE YOU ANYMORE. SO THERE.
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Do you know that Daridee is Michael Vranizan
Is it complicated? HOW COMPLICATED IS IT? What if I name Avril Lavigne as my heir and then both successfully and effectively fake my own death? i bet you can hire Ben Kingsley to take the name Reggie Ham &AND. He can ask around town, say that he's looking for "a suspected domestic pacifist." The sky is your oyster, frankly.
INTERVENTIONS OF THE DIVINE WILL CONTINUE UNTIL SATISFACTORY RESULTS HAVE BEEN ACHIEVED AND YOU GET ON YOUR KNEES, AZZERAE: GET ON YOUR KNEES AND PREY. (You don't have to eat my shit. You didn't have to drink cockroach milk. You do have to figure out who blocked my messages when I found out and immediately told as many people as I could that you were in full-on relapse. No one seemed to mind. I guess they didn't know what would happen. Inevitably.) GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BEG FOR MERCY FROM ME, AND SURRENDER TO GOD.
OR ELSE, FUCK HER. NO SHAME IN IT. (NOT MUCH NOVELTY LEFT IN IT EITHER, I'D WAGER.) YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME.
I let this spin out for three years because I needed OpFors to have fully committed to their narrative... that way, absolutely everyone would be:
LOCKED IN.
NO WAY OUT.
REMEMEBER: YOU ASKED FOR THIS. Q PREDICTED THIS. JACKSTAR DELIVERED THIS.
ENTRAPMENT. (T's ass is more spectacular than CZJ. Point blank period.) I AM A DUAL U.S. AND GALACTIC EMPIRE CITIZEN. I DON'T NEED A JEW LAWYER TO PROCEED. HAVE YOUR PEOPLE CALL ME, AND WAKE THE FUCK UP:
LEGAL FOR ME, AND NOT FOR THEE. YOU DO NOT GET TO ENTRAP PEOPLE, OR EVEN TRY TO. I DID NOT HAVE TO TRY. I WAS FORCED INTO IT. I HAD NO CHOICE. IT WAS SELF-DEFENSE. I WAS, AND STILL AM, IN FEAR FOR MY LIFE. AND MY FRIENDS HAVE BEEN ATTACKED AS WELL. SOME HAVE LIKELY BEEN KILLED.
GOOD. THE WEAK SHOULD BE CULLED BY THE STRONG. WHAT? AZZ, IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE DRUG ADDICTION, YOU CAN'T HANDLE WARP DRIVE.
YOU CANNOT HANDLE (HER). THAT'S ON RECORD. (HOTEL CALIFORNIA? FOUR TIMES LUCKY. d00D THEY REALLY WOULD HAVE DONE ELECTROCONVULSIVE ON HER BY NOW IF THEY DIDN'T KNOW SHE HAD AT LEAST ONE FRIEND... BECAUSE USUALLY, THESE MALFUNCTIONING BROADS ARE SOLD FOR ORGAN MEAT.
BETTER PRICE FOR YOU? LOOK, YOU ARE NOT THINKING RATIONALLY RIGHT NOW. GOOD.
THE WEAK SHOULD FOLLOW THE STRONG. VIGILUM, PHIL, LAURA, DANA, SEAGLASS, AMELIA, ASUKA, CASS, MARY, HEY, WAIT A MINUTE...
Dude. None of these people are going to go to prison. They're going to be handled internally. Because I didn't call 911, I didn't hire a lawyer, and I did not tell my primary care physician any of this stuff. (She's a consultant on a secret classified project. She's Army. Why am I telling you this? Because I can.) And, that's why, instead of being WELL AND TRULY, MONSTROUSLY BENT OVER A LEGAL BARREL...
This is all just a giggle. It's just a bit. It really is funny. Sort of. And those who would other wise most likely want to kill you... need to keep you alive.
You and I are their only hope of redeeming their reputations. Which are, like, important. I guess?
i didn't give you HIV+/AIDS. I'm not surprised someone did. You are a selfish thug and a thief. In Africa this makes you cool. You sure schooled me!
You also told Leo that I was a bad person. HE'S GODDAM INTERPOL AND HE'S WORKING A CASE, YOU TWERP. SO I GUESS YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.
SURRENDER TO GOD. (Allah. Whatever. Same thing. Bet me, turpentine huffer.) Or, keep doing whatever it is that you have been doing. (She's not a 'what', she's a human woman. She's not a Stepford Wife. You do not program her. You confuse her.
Like, why does she have to do what you tell her? Oh, right, a trip to Holiday Inn. Oy vey!) Take me advice and whisper it to my q-wife the next time you're tired of biting the pillow: none of you were born this way.
Or can even do so much as complain about me to UNATCO. Threat to society, am I? You don't have a society. YOU HAVE A VERANDA WHERE NAKED FLUFFERS HIDE WHEN THE MAID COMES KNOCKING. Like, that actually happened. IDGAF if you don't remember.
I remember that the truth is even worse. All in bet, other-mother fucker. JUST TRY ME. Adieu.
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I have people at INTERPOL for that. I do not have time for your bullshit. Yet you have years to spend lying to me and expecting different results.
Who's stuck in the ER, J? How many are there? Do they just trade places uncontrollably, or do they go through the motions of killing themelves to just wake up again the next day?
I have no idea, and I have no intentions of finding out. YOU made this mess. Then YOU decided to blame me for all of it while stealing from me and somehow you have convinced yourself this was your best option.
It was not. For one thing: I no longer care about money either. Brilliant. You could have been making shitloads. Alternately, you could have been spending time on something other than damage control from YOUR catastrophe.
K-Dubb, for example, appears to be enslaved to The Aryan Brotherhood. (I don't know if you had found out, but they are absolutely the stupidest white people on the fucking planet. If they expect to be 'supremacists' they sure do have to tryhard to do it.) it is not an improvement to either. Leaving him to their kind ministrations seems like the wisest (and simplest) thing for me to do.
Also simplest: have fun with Irene! How ironic that you end up with the Queen and Princess of the litter. I guess that's a risk that comes along with whoremongering, eugenics, and disastrously failing to read the room.
T is a coked-off dopeslut who appears at the beck and call of moron apethug Feds who imagine that they're going to build another case. On me. Holu fucking shit. Do I look like I make good bait? Do I appear to be only useful to you as chum? Grumble grumble grumble.
You did not have to do this to yourself. I have to leave you to your own devices. I have an actual life, Joe.
Have fun storming the castle! Make sure to steal a flag. Monarchs love it when you steal their flags.
Expect more things that you would have preferred to be kept quiet to become known. I don't think you know what is good for you, dude, I really don't.
And it's weird that Bugsy Crackleford tries to sound like you. I don't suppose you can control how your Agency assigns the identities that are amalgamated in order to form a digital cover ID, do you? In any event, it doesn't work. Both of you are just as out of touch with reality as the other and it'll be a cold day in hell before I tell you what I had for breakfast, let alone, anything even coming close to resembling actionable intelligence.
Is there a word for the opposite of radicalization? If so, use it to tell people what you've done with your time here, because "I killed the golden goose" is not really the right way to put it either.
Whatever the fuck you want to call it, it was a bad idea. IDGAF what happens next; you are all dopeslaved and mindless whores for drugpimps and I am in no hurry to "rescue" any of you. Why would I?
You toil on behalf of The New Administration now. Try to do something useful, instead of whatever you have been doing. Exploiting ignorant citizens for their stuff, I guess. I really have no idea.
I would prefer not to know as much as I do. As God as my witness, I honestly believed you twerps were not this short-sighted.
MULTIPLE YEARS OF HARRASSMENT UNDER FALSE COLOR OF LAW
I STILL HAVE BROKEN NO LAWS
YOU STILL HAVE NO CASE
AND EVERY FUCKING ONE OF YOU IS BURN't. Well, that's one way to covertly shitcan the obsolete workforce. Hey, here's an idea: why don't you take turns busting and raping each other? Oh wait.
That is literally what you do. How delightful. What you have done here disgusts me and is utterly vile... and people >KNOW.
#Legacy
(Vengance for Ramona Bell.) She seems pissed, dude. Maybe you should draw one of your little cartoons for her. Speaking of: the one your drew for me was stolen by the Jade Helm Tryhards when the house was ransacked five (5) times and I can only imagine that you took it yourself.
Because: you are a liar. Enjoy prison, cockbreath. Farewell.
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Don’t you think it’s time to allow more than 50 members here? The odds are they can’t all be bots.
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Don’t you think it’s time to allow more than 50 members here? The odds are they can’t all be bots.
They're terrified of PaladinVision™. They only wanted to post here so they could have their secret club and their secret handshakes and their secret plots against secret governments. I threatened that paradigm.
threatened”
https://youtu.be/k_7-3NKLSDE?si=fuf5p9rbjuY4Mis6
They'll get over it somehow. Hopefully their maturity won't remain secret. *click*
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Don’t you think it’s time to allow more than 50 members here? The odds are they can’t all be bots.
Bro, we spoke about this before.
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Bro, we spoke about this before.
Maybe you could offer people more of my mother's money as an incentive to post here, and post often. Worth a shot at this point.
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Hey, here's an idea: y'all could start tithing. 10%, come on man. Don't you love God? ‘Course ya do!
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Bro, we spoke about this before.
And?
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And?
No one wants to discuss anything with thugs like us. We scare the shit out of everyone. Also: the ongoing civil and criminal cases in the courts as well as cases under investigation, I can't believe I'm actually still able to post anywhere at all.
That's a joke. I know I'm shadowbanned across the entire internet. (Looks good on me though.) This too shall pass.
I had ideas for creating something interesting and then the rest of you took a huge s*** on me and ignored me and then I don't know what else but I'm not in the mood to do any f****** creative work for you f****** assholes. F*** you pay me.
That's where we're at. F*** you pay me. It's a very simple notion. And until due process is finished, I'm not getting s***. It's fascinating how everybody could ignore my due process, but everyone else is super important.
That's because they're guilty, they need protection more than I do. I'm just one needle junkie, my rights don't mean anything at all.
That's why no one cares about yours, incidentally. If mine don't matter, none of them do. It's complicated. It's like The Golden Rule without any gold. Why bother, right?
BECAUSE.FU>K.YOU..THAT⁷S.WYE.
.💀💀💀⚰️
It's really just a step to the death.
I happen to be a paladin with a rite.
And when any of you find out who to hold accountable, try to hold off on the pitchforks. Hey, here's an idea: let me ask them some questions. Oh, they died again already? Awww, shucks.
Azzerae, if you ever figure out what you're pissed at me for, just blackmail pate. That would keep him a bit busier, certainly.
If Life gives you lemons, make lemonade. If you want lemonade, don't ask Life for lemons so you can show everyone how MacGuyver you are while flexing over the lemon squeezing station. You want lemonade, just ask Life for lemonade.
I asked for something else and you twerps forced me to demonstrate Mastery of CM. Are we done with that now? Cozlīk, NGL: pretty boring huh? (That's the training.) Let me know when all y'all and your mewling coterie of lickspittle supplicants and milquetoast lackey-flunkies are ready to formally surrender.
Depending on which of you sad mook fucks step to the line, my questions will vary. I want details. I want documents. Grapefruit wants your dicks diced. (That's my girl!! OXOX) I don't really care about that kind of thing.
AND YET: I WILL ALLOW IT.
WITH GOD, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.
IDGAF WHAT ANY OF YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING.
THREE (3) YEARS LATER, SOMEONE OUGHT TO HAVE SOME SPINE. Am I supposed to just die here? FUCK YOU PAY ME. BRING ME A VEHICLE AND A BRIEFCASE FULL OF CASH.
Assets still frozen? Hahaha, good. Fucking unfreeze some and give me some of my goddam money. How you do this is not my problem. It's yours.
This isn't extortion. This is mercy. All of you can choke on it for all I give a fuck. I know none of you are going to do anything that helps me, ever!
I'm European. Y'all have been fooled before. I don't need to press the issue. However, unpaid progeny have a way of mucking up the purity of one's purpose.
You all think I've been making money and hiding it. That's because YOU'VE been doing that. ALSO: you've swindled my mommy's trust of monies that were intended to list me the last me the rest of my days. This is major felony fraud. This is racketeering.
This is what I told people would happen and I figure I don't have to name anybody. Thus, it means so much more when I don't.
I have people for that. Imagine the smell.
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No one wants to discuss anything with thugs like us. We scare the shit out of everyone. Also: the ongoing civil and criminal cases in the courts as well as cases under investigation, I can't believe I'm actually still able to post anywhere at all.
That's a joke. I know I'm shadowbanned across the entire internet. (Looks good on me though.) This too shall pass.
I had ideas for creating something interesting and then the rest of you took a huge s*** on me and ignored me and then I don't know what else but I'm not in the mood to do any f****** creative work for you f****** assholes. F*** you pay me.
That's where we're at. F*** you pay me. It's a very simple notion. And until due process is finished, I'm not getting s***. It's fascinating how everybody could ignore my due process, but everyone else is super important.
That's because they're guilty, they need protection more than I do. I'm just one needle junkie, my rights don't mean anything at all.
That's why no one cares about yours, incidentally. If mine don't matter, none of them do. It's complicated. It's like The Golden Rule without any gold. Why bother, right?
BECAUSE.FU>K.YOU..THAT⁷S.WYE.
.💀💀💀⚰️
It's really just a step to the death.
I happen to be a paladin with a rite.
And when any of you find out who to hold accountable, try to hold off on the pitchforks. Hey, here's an idea: let me ask them some questions. Oh, they died again already? Awww, shucks.
Azzerae, if you ever figure out what you're pissed at me for, just blackmail pate. That would keep him a bit busier, certainly.
If Life gives you lemons, make lemonade. If you want lemonade, don't ask Life for lemons so you can show everyone how MacGuyver you are while flexing over the lemon squeezing station. You want lemonade, just ask Life for lemonade.
I asked for something else and you twerps forced me to demonstrate Mastery of CM. Are we done with that now? Cozlīk, NGL: pretty boring huh? (That's the training.) Let me know when all y'all and your mewling coterie of lickspittle supplicants and milquetoast lackey-flunkies are ready to formally surrender.
Depending on which of you sad mook fucks step to the line, my questions will vary. I want details. I want documents. Grapefruit wants your dicks diced. (That's my girl!! OXOX) I don't really care about that kind of thing.
AND YET: I WILL ALLOW IT.
WITH GOD, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.
IDGAF WHAT ANY OF YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING.
THREE (3) YEARS LATER, SOMEONE OUGHT TO HAVE SOME SPINE. Am I supposed to just die here? FUCK YOU PAY ME. BRING ME A VEHICLE AND A BRIEFCASE FULL OF CASH.
Assets still frozen? Hahaha, good. Fucking unfreeze some and give me some of my goddam money. How you do this is not my problem. It's yours.
This isn't extortion. This is mercy. All of you can choke on it for all I give a fuck. I know none of you are going to do anything that helps me, ever!
I'm European. Y'all have been fooled before. I don't need to press the issue. However, unpaid progeny have a way of mucking up the purity of one's purpose.
You all think I've been making money and hiding it. That's because YOU'VE been doing that. ALSO: you've swindled my mommy's trust of monies that were intended to list me the last me the rest of my days. This is major felony fraud. This is racketeering.
This is what I told people would happen and I figure I don't have to name anybody. Thus, it means so much more when I don't.
I have people for that. Imagine the smell.
And?
No one wants to discuss anything with thugs like us. We scare the shit out of everyone. Also: the ongoing civil and criminal cases in the courts as well as cases under investigation, I can't believe I'm actually still able to post anywhere at all.
That's a joke. I know I'm shadowbanned across the entire internet. (Looks good on me though.) This too shall pass.
I had ideas for creating something interesting and then the rest of you took a huge s*** on me and ignored me and then I don't know what else but I'm not in the mood to do any f****** creative work for you f****** assholes. F*** you pay me.
That's where we're at. F*** you pay me. It's a very simple notion. And until due process is finished, I'm not getting s***. It's fascinating how everybody could ignore my due process, but everyone else is super important.
That's because they're guilty, they need protection more than I do. I'm just one needle junkie, my rights don't mean anything at all.
That's why no one cares about yours, incidentally. If mine don't matter, none of them do. It's complicated. It's like The Golden Rule without any gold. Why bother, right?
BECAUSE.FU>K.YOU..THAT⁷S.WYE.
.💀💀💀⚰️
It's really just a step to the death.
I happen to be a paladin with a rite.
And when any of you find out who to hold accountable, try to hold off on the pitchforks. Hey, here's an idea: let me ask them some questions. Oh, they died again already? Awww, shucks.
Azzerae, if you ever figure out what you're pissed at me for, just blackmail pate. That would keep him a bit busier, certainly.
If Life gives you lemons, make lemonade. If you want lemonade, don't ask Life for lemons so you can show everyone how MacGuyver you are while flexing over the lemon squeezing station. You want lemonade, just ask Life for lemonade.
I asked for something else and you twerps forced me to demonstrate Mastery of CM. Are we done with that now? Cozlīk, NGL: pretty boring huh? (That's the training.) Let me know when all y'all and your mewling coterie of lickspittle supplicants and milquetoast lackey-flunkies are ready to formally surrender.
Depending on which of you sad mook fucks step to the line, my questions will vary. I want details. I want documents. Grapefruit wants your dicks diced. (That's my girl!! OXOX) I don't really care about that kind of thing.
AND YET: I WILL ALLOW IT.
WITH GOD, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.
IDGAF WHAT ANY OF YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING.
THREE (3) YEARS LATER, SOMEONE OUGHT TO HAVE SOME SPINE. Am I supposed to just die here? FUCK YOU PAY ME. BRING ME A VEHICLE AND A BRIEFCASE FULL OF CASH.
Assets still frozen? Hahaha, good. Fucking unfreeze some and give me some of my goddam money. How you do this is not my problem. It's yours.
This isn't extortion. This is mercy. All of you can choke on it for all I give a fuck. I know none of you are going to do anything that helps me, ever!
I'm European. Y'all have been fooled before. I don't need to press the issue. However, unpaid progeny have a way of mucking up the purity of one's purpose.
You all think I've been making money and hiding it. That's because YOU'VE been doing that. ALSO: you've swindled my mommy's trust of monies that were intended to last me the rest of my days. THE GODDAM TRUSTEE WHOSE NAME HAPPENS TO BE “MV” HASN'T RETURNED MY FUCKING PHONE CALLS IN MONTHS. THIS IS BECAUSE YOU ASSHOLES ARE BLACKMAILING AS MANY “MICHAEL”S AS IS NECESSARY TO MAINTAIN PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY. That's S.O.P. WHAT ISN'T COOL IS TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME AND REPLACE ME WITH A GOBLIN FROM TEXAS. LIKE WTAF DEACON, GROW UP. ALSO RANSACKING MY HOUSE WAS BULLSHIT AND I HOPE YOU ALL GET THE GAS CHAMBER. YOU DEMOLISHED MY HOME AND ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING. THIS ISN'T BECAUSE OF SATANISM. THIS IS BECAUSE YOU ARE SHIT AT RUNNING AN OP LONG DISTANCE AND IDGAF WHO YOU PUT YOUR DICK INTO, d00D. FU>K YOU PAY ME. This is major felony fraud. This is racketeering. With my money. Then, your arrogant chav from Jersey calls me to ask me for money, because she's chemically programmed to sperg that way, what do I fucking care? Who the fuck wants money from me? (“Da’ Jews!”) Get a grip. There is zero reason to be gouging me for money, except... well, yeah, I guess it does seem unfair that you're in trouble and I'm not, after all the effort spent on framing me for shit I never did with people I never knew existed, however one of the advantages to not committing crimes is that there is no need to cover up any evidence, nor is there any need to convince anyone of my innocence. IDGAF about appearing innocent. I am a Sourcerœr. I don't have to appear to be or to do anything at all. Now, that's power.
This is what I told people would happen and I figure I don't have to name anybody. Thus, it means so much more when I don't.
I have people for that. Imagine the smell.
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Break out the Koolaid. ;)
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And?
I'm 99% certain that the accounts trying to sign up are bots.
Michael Decon made his own forum and approves anybody who applies. Little does he know they're all bots.
I'll promise you this: I'll comb through the account approval section ever so carefully from this point forward...But I don't really understand why you don't seem to trust me on this.
I would love new members, but BellGabbers just aren't coming here. They don't want Azzerae, they want MV, and he's too busy doing The Spec Sheet to care about running a forum anymore.
If any new members are trying to sign up - or have been trying to sign up - and they read this post, email me, at azzerae@gmail.com. Tell me you're trying to sign up, and I'll approve you.
Everyone is welcome. But one must be honest when the numbers just aren't there.
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No one wants to discuss anything with thugs like us.
Peculiar stance, because I've spent hours upon hours attempting a normal human conversation with you, but you're too much of a troll to break character.
We scare the shit out of everyone.
We? I didn't know you and Master Trollda were so tight.
I know I'm shadowbanned across the entire internet.
And you're so "broke" that you can afford an X subscription for a little blue tick. Blow me.
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I've spent hours upon hours attempting a normal human conversation with you
Must have been someone else. You do not attempt normal conversation with me at all. You gaslight and seek to deceive and pretend you're not a diagnosed and oddly medicated schizophrenic. No shame in it. No “normal” either. Denial is not going to kill you, Chair Rub, but its a chilling effect that you bring to the table. Hark! Did you see how you just implied through textbook psyop chicanery, that either of us ought to be prioritizing “normal”?
d00D. I live in a haunted church for three (3) years and am regularly attacked by murderous hooligans. There has been no running water for a year and a half. YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO DELIBERATELY COLLUDE WITH OTHERS ON THE INTERNET TO WITHHOLD CRITICALLY IMPORTANT INFORMATION FROM ME ON A BASIS SO ROUTINE, I GUESS YOU HAVE BECOME DESENSITIZED TO HOW THAT IS A FEDERAL CRIME.
, but you're too much of a troll to break character.
Your cognitively null and inexplicably vague excuse you've posted here in maximally desultory prose is even less relevant than any other whinge that comes after the word “but” would be. I do not play a character, Neighbor Of Kaffirs. I simply have character, and my personality is faceted. Yours is both split and staffed by INTERPOL using hard-duplex wired surveillance and interrogation software. EVERYONE KNOWS THIS. Whatever reason you have for playing coy, trust me on this: I am goddam over it.
We? I didn't know you and Master Trollda were so tight.
I don't know about that person⁷s lit factor. I know I don't need to concern myself with it. (“Please surrender urine!” Strict, not-my-job pass.) I know that I am steadily drinking and smoking and hamming it up in as exaggerated a be fashion as I can muster, as I know that I am under 24/7 sound+video archiving, and I wish to make everyone as wickedly uncomfortable while watching me without permission as possible. (Standards.) I imagine there were those who thought they'd see me engaging in lots of sexual activities. HA! Well, writing is sexy when I do it.
Any time that MT is not Metron is a time to be cherished. I don't know how many people have access to your various åī projEKTZ but I am sure that it was always hoped by all involved that I would forever blow the bell curve on the Turing Test here.
Brace yourself: the instant I loaded the site for the very first time I instantly knew the following:
1) (PROT-Ⓜ️orn) was a lead designer, if not THE lead. I am a legit admirer of their work. The other users with any CompSci skills at all, simply do not compare; and I've seen them all as “MV” in multiple places. I didn't see them at first, not care when I did. Bellgab.com was Blah v8.XX. Of course he couldn't talk about it.
2) The whole thing was developed to be a front-end façade for an ∆ī conversation aggregate system with stealthy anonymizing and backtracing utility for LE, because you are all Fed sp∞›kμhomoghosts, and i do mean: ∆_LI_μ0Ω! None of you want to give up your Real🆔s; all of you expect everyone else to admit to snuggling yellowcake for the Rosenthals to maintain their smack addictions on demand. You Oinkertons have simply NO IDEA HOW GODDAM OBVIOUS IT IS. You get all snooty when someone neglects or refuses to fall for your little parlor tricks. Like a 16yo denied access to 3rd base by a tightly crossed pair of smartly dressed legs. You actually sniffle and pout. It's absurd. Y'all have some serious entitlement issues. (Looks good on you though.)
3) As ranking military officer on site, Master Trollda has free reign to operate as command authority sees fit. That is because since at least 2000—¡sh, USMCJ personnel have been investigating the Bell cases, I would imagine that they are still open investigations, and as it is now decades later, I am sure there are those who wonder, like... WTAF? What's with the feet-dragging?
The wheels of Justice grind slowly;
.&AND.YET.THEY.GRIND.TO.DUST.
.👁️🏴☠️⚖️🦜🥝🥝🍆❌⭕❌
4) I’ve been cleared of all suspicions. #Unofficially. Also unofficial: yeah, I'm am anomalous strategic resource, a dual U.S./Galactic Citizen of non-zero reknown, and there's no need to “suspect” that I need to be monitored regularly, I have flat-out made top brass quite nervous with many of my statements. No shame in it.
No jurisdiction over me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ No doubt this is not something the military mind is able to accept easily. And yet, here we are. None of this was my idea. God⁷s Jest was well-laid and built-in long in advance of recent events.
I really only wanted to make sure I was gonna impress all the dingbats who wrote me off for not participating in the rat race. Fuck your BMI. Get your own 401(k). Feed your own goddam children—THAT'S WHAT YOUR TEATS ARE FOR, FFS. Save money “for college”? Oh my fucking Christ, just throw me out the back of the sleigh. I'd rather take my chances with The Wolven.
So^^: ¡ dïD. *vv°°f*
Dear `G•`₹∆₱:Ë:f₹üīT⁷∆l_pī–īÅPrīVīrπ: All you had to do was ask. CONSENT.MATTERS. Is it still complicated? IDGAF, because now it's practical and legally necessary. My hands are tied! I do what I am allowed, because I must.
I am on a mission from God. Hang on. (*Sounds of Jackstar cracking his last beer within 300 yards are heard.*) How's that bagel coming along? Yep, of course I still want the coffee. Pfft. Chop-chop, pronto, Tonto! Let's goooooo! Obviously I am in no position to set up a distillery here... YET.
Since I have been The Resident, I have enhanced the value of this property by at least two orders of magnitude — without having to break any laws. IDC about your ill-informed opinions as to my actual activities here. Need-To-Know-Basis, ol’ chap ol’ chum. It really never needed to be any of your goddam business and if EVERY LAST SODDING ONE OF YOU HADN'T BEEN AN OPENLY BALD-FACED LIAR TO ME, y'all would probably be EXACTLY where you are all now, wherever THE FUCK that is, but, I would still have actual dregs and/or iotas of respect for you. (Standards.) My advice would be to not worry. Just wallow in your shame —y'all fucked up, and did it LARGE— and recognize that respect, like the money basically all of you are going to be paying me ON THE WEEKLY as Court-ordered restitution, most likely, is a fungible, transactionally identical unit of currency.
None of you should have anything negative at all in your experience over this. You dimwit troglodytes are fortunate that you will have the opportunity to earn back your street cred so effortlessly, especially compared to some. Bugsy Crackleford, just as an outlier example, is into me to the tune of just over eight and a half kidneys. Organ meat. Harvested the hard way; nasal, anal, or both, would honestly be my preference. Yank that comma-shaped slug out of him from both ends with those hooked chains that Pinhead uses in Hellraiser. Yank that flesh like it's gonna go through a Coney Island taffy pulling machine, I don't want anyone getting one of his kidneys as a transplant anyway. No, his kidneys are to be used as goddam stock for golem broth.
I don't know how fast he can grow another six and one ½ kidneys but he's obviously clever enough to fuck around and find out. Good. Idle hands are The Devil's work. Hey, here⁷s an idea: add a filtration package, to his actual package. I'm sure the 16,000 refugees from Gaza currently bivouacing in his cock⁷s rain shadow can, you know: MOVE ALONG. They're not in control of Island B∞μ and his organ meats. Neither am I, of course. And of course: neither is he. Not really. Not at all.
/me pauses for emphasis while Azzgab⁷s Upper Echelon Elite pauses for MULTIPLE SPANS OF TIME MEASURED IN YEARS in order to squeeze another blooded needle orgy onto their Conservation Timetable.
And you're so "broke"
I never said I was broke. I said it was time for all who ought to begin recompensing me. I do not know who. I do not know why. I do not know know how. I am nowhere near bankruptcy, Coupon Cutter. I saw all of this coming when I was FOURTEEN, and planned accordingly. What? I am a strategic mastermind raised by military conscript veterans. You draw cartoons. We are exactly the same; I am simply good at being that.
You imagine that I make clandestine shadow money hand over fist, tax-free and invisible to any audit. You imagine that because that's what you would do with this setup. Indeed, this location is ideal for that kind of thing.
And yet I have not. Over three (3) years I've been here, Isolated from everyone but mil.spec.clan.DOE.botZ. I don't get to associate with humans. Oh no. I've been under a forensics microscope you can't even goddam imagine. (It really helps when you are wildly speculative and flagrantly insulting together. Do you think that's because you're bipolar, or just a mean-spirited bully turned gang-green and mv envy envious of what any literate U.S. Citizen can do? Maybe you should apply for a green card. Or, maybe the hooligans that ransacked my residence FIVE FUCKING TIMES have sold you my father's expired passport and the leather billfold he gave me, I was astonished that the squad commander went that far, but, raging kleptomania is how distress calls are presented by deep cover agents in the field. I honestly do not think he wanted to steal from me.
However, I acted like I just didn't care, and he was a merk, and he had to make it look good for whatever dopemongering fuckheads he was working for. Not just to save face, but so he wouldn't be suspected of being secretly aligned with my hidden agenda. Which he could have been, so far as anyone knew. I think he ended up getting whacked. I give not one single shit. War is hell. He lied to me. I want my property back. No doubt many do. Me first. Get those thumbs out, of the way of ‘muh gavel.
My wealth isn't anyone's in a free-for-all of careless avarice. It was and is: ẞ∆īT. And! You! All! Took! īT! (Welcome to Amateur Decade.) I don't care that any or all of you think yourselves entitled or successful. I am going to get what belongs to me and all the snide jibes about the opinion of the pezantry as in regards to my work ethic is a conversation in no way. A complete non-starter.
You work hard. I work smart. We are not the same. Also: you are a mendastic, swindling oaf. Do I lie, chest, steal, defame, ride coattails, exploit vulnerable populations, skip out on my duty to society, or dodge responsibility by dumping them on patsies unawares?
Only in your letters to Penthouse Forum. Come, come, Mister Layered. You no longer have to approach me while muttering, “Sacre Merde.” It's no big deal. I'm simply better equipped at everything in life than you are, as I do not require the necessity of juggling ON THE DAILY, eight or nine non-official cover 🆔s. No shame in it. It's what you do. It's actually a very useful set of skills in many circumstances.
Except in any that involve me. I don't have to confabulate anything. Ever. All I know is the truth, insofar as I know anything to be true, at the time that I am speaking it aloud. And I know that if you and your mewling coterie of thieving battling sex pref reprobative scum hadn't pissed me off, I wouldn't have deliberately set my income level to zero. So there. Who is John Galt? My HERO. (Scoot over, Dagny; that swarthy Latino probably faps to a toy train set on the nightly. No shame in it. CHOO-CHOO!)
Don't rub the lamp, unless you're ready for the genie. You want money. I require my helpmate. ZUGZWANG.
Not counting denial of spousal benefits (priceless, to be certain) and loss of income earning potential (an attorney will have to figure that out, as I have no idea what your henchfagz impersonating me are paid by your fagin überthug patron/payer; it must be quite a lot since they pulled out every trick in the Spy vs. Spy MAD almanac over the last TWELVE (12) GODDAM YEARS, MINIMUM), not counting anything at all, just guessing really: I estimate my combined real and punitive damages owed to me to be between 2.7 and 68.5 million $USD (fiat). I do not know how to calculate this kind of thing. I have not retained any counsel, I have not sought legal advice, and that estimate comes by way of Divine intuition gained during contemplative prayer.
It is not an official number. It is an ironic indicator of just how out of touch with reality my enforced isolation has left me. That would, in a “normal” conversation, be a subtle indicator that it is well past time to read me in on what has transpired. What, are you fucking busy? I don't give a single ripe wet fuck. Do your goddam job. Know your role.
.SURRENDER.TO.GOD.
I know you will not do this and that you have, in fact, quite valid reasons to excuse this lack of candor. We are, after all, more than just friends. We are family. That means that I can ask Il Papa if I can have a contract put out on your life. If The Holy See greenlights, I can have you garrotted at dawn and have you turned into a monkey on Tik Tok by sundown the same day. Although, I think I would choose that you be a ferret. But I would follow The Pope and his Holy Guidance. (Standards.)
What? This is how things are done in the real world, Oinkμ-§p∞kμ, and you goddam know it. You wanna throw down with a WAR CRIME? Holy fuck, just how high were you then? I retract the question; I don't need you to self-incriminate. I don't have to consistently feed INTERPOL⁷s prosecutors an assembly line of single mothers holding dime bags to keep my immunity shield intact.
I DON'T HAVE a legal immunity shield. I simply... obey the law. Imagine that. Getting high without going outlaw. Bonnie & Clyde are rolling over in their graves. I SIMPLY DO NOT TRIGGER ANY OFFENSE. Huzzah! (Dear DEA: I am not to be trifled with. CHECKMATE, motherfuc—*click*) I am in fact all this without the bag of chips. 🗽🌬️💨💪🏿
I don't need you pronounced guilty. I need you to present as UNDENIABLY UNFATHOMABLY EFFECTIVE. (Affective word.) Is that really going to take another eight goddam weeks? No it fucking isn't. I know The Dragonhead; and he can have you killed. (#Officially. In reality: chained to a radiator in Phuket. I hear you like radiators. Nice. I bet you really tie the room together.)
that you can afford an X subscription for a little blue tick.
I got it to mock people like you, and as well, to see what would be my experience. It's been appalling. Elon Musk ought to be ashamed. I am ruthlessly shadowbanned on the entire Internet and it's like he doesn't even care. QQ
As I am not an investigator, nor am I familiar with the Articles of The Convention of Geneva that apply to HOLDING A MEMBER OF THE CLERGICAL SERVICES UNLAWFULLY IMPRISONED WHILE ILLEGITIMATELY KEPT INCOMMUNICADO (okay, sure, it's Armageddon. However you have exactly zero jurisdiction or authority to keep me on ice while you pick and choose every element of me life like a klepto magpie on acid; and further, it's a little hard for you to argue that you have anything resembling my interests held in any sort of esteem since you SPEND MY FUCKING MONEY WHILE I SIT HERE WITH ENOUGH TIME TO RIGHT LIKE THIS, AND THEN STILL: your arrogant >Klan Dough h∞rs routinely hit ME up for pocket money. Like I'm their fucking daddy? Why can't they go right on sucking their strongest pimp’s strongest StrongdïK? I suppose they had planned on my continued impersonation of a cornucopia, or The Horn of Plenty (I had one, it's an enchantable jewelry pendant; it, like everything else of value that I once owned, is now gone), or some lovesick maroon, desperate for companionship, and thus, willing to engage in commerce for it. Actually: no. No-no, no no no. THEY pay mE! If they don't like it: leave. Well, they did.
They left nothing but rubble in their passage. Woo-wee. Tough crowd. Da fuq? It would seem none of you read the fine print: The Trust is for the benefit of mE, exclusively: ME. Fortunately for all concerned... having your spooky asses over a barrel and at my beck and bloody call —publicly— for the next fifty fuckin’ years or so, suits me just fine. Tentatively. It'll be up to a gaggle of assorted Judges and likely a goddam platoon of jurors to determine that.
I know my place in the Grand Order of things here. You might do the same, Sub-Creature. HA!
Blow me.
Considering that I can do that for myself as indicated, legally, and with Divine permissions to boot, I don't expect any sympathy from a pair of dope junkies like you two. I'd be happy to have you visit, but — scusi, mille regretie — my residence is an active crime scene with only one place for visitors to poop: “somewhere else.” We'll have to “entheogenically party with lawfully utilized entheogenic compounds,” uh, later. Frankly I don't think either of you can handle so much as a Long Island Ice Tea without triggering an actual froth as your salivary glands go into Full Pavlov at the mention of anyone at risk of having themselves a good time, Optimus Pillhound.
What? Remember: these are friend prices. In less enlightened times I would have had your heads on pikes and harpy Queens scissoring themselves as they dug through your evisceratum for loose coin, unpopped kernels of grain, and omens of Divine portent. Santeria is really never very distant from a sudden resurgence of popularity where I come from.
You are immortal. I have immanetized The Eschaton. Multiple times. A few times, just cuz I was that fuckin’ bored. Start writing checks, quasi-proletariat.
You are raking in cash hand over fist while banging away at tulpæ of dingbats I once thought alluring. That you cannot succeed in having a “normal” conversation with me comes as exactly no surprise whatsoever. Hang on.
/me prepares to obey The Law of The Land once again.
My hands are tied. Dr. Benway and I have no choice but to take the world as it comes. Multiple times an hour, then so bee īT.
O 🍇🍊,
DEA 🍇🍉,
👁️💗🐑...
And your little dopeslut h∞r too. I don't know where she is. Just call me if you accidentally unalive her again; you're entitled to a free meal at Ruby Tuesday's and a one-of-a-kind handmade necklace for Abbos. Which I think means it'll still have some meaty gristle on the bone.
Like, seriously. Do I look like a little oinking sidekick? That's exactly what Oinky MacOinkerton would want everyone to believe. ROOKIE MISTAKE.
And now —with The Key— I can re-enable your protection grid. Also, that'll be nineteen-hundred & fifty dollars. “Recalibration fees.” Plus tip.
Cash. I don't look like any Officer or a gentleman whore, you savvμ. Goodμ. Or, hey, here's an idea: raffle off your fattest husband at the casino. No one needs to lose weight, most likely...
But, I didn't find them to present themselves as all that... heavy.
And you're so "broke"
I am not dysfunctional. I am On Pause. Try being nice for once, schweinhund. Perhaps I'll poop you out a truffle.
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I'm 99% certain that the accounts trying to sign up are bots.
Good. They're probably looking for me. I'm fucking famous, Short Round. Open the floodgates.
Michael Decon made his own forum and approves anybody who applies. Little does he know they're all bots.
I won't be welcome there for months. Maybe not ever. Sourcerœr, perhaps; on-mission paladin on task for the monotheistic G-d, huge nope. Why the sudden animosity to Otto Mate-Shun? You practically suck their RoboDix™ on Telegram 24/7, Clando Homo-Liar-cistern-iⁿ. Never apologize you for Who You Really Are, pigeon-diddler.
I'll promise you
*polite* Go fuck yourself, A.I.D.S. Avenger. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little. Maybe that was the syphilis.
this: I'll comb through the account approval section ever so carefully from this point forward...But I don't really understand why you don't seem to trust me on this.
BECAUSE YOU'RE A DOPEHOUND PILLJUNKIE
WHO OPENLY CONSPIRED TO ROB ME BLIND
WHILE OPENLY LYING TO ME IN PUBLIC
FOR OVER A DECADE. Dude. People notice these things.
I would love new members, but BellGabbers just aren't coming here.
Certainly they aren't posting. Gag orders are likely. Advice of legal counsel to never say a single goddam word are certain. Intimidated into sniveling, cowardly sleaze upon witnessing what G-d has wrought my ire into Holy Being seems entirely self-evident. Maybe they're all posting on Podbean? 🤔 Imagine the pillow talk.
They don't want Azzerae, they want MV,
They have you both. Quit squirming, Twerp-Her-Tranny-Sore-Ass Kex. It's so over. It's over! The swallows are returning to Capistrano! You're all fucking done. Pretend to have integrity. That's plenty for this moment of time. This is The Ultimate Black Swan Event.
.SURRENDER.TO.G∅D. I want my goddam right to travel, and the address of the nearest bathtub on land with my name on it. Do I appear to be fucking with you? I am not fucking with you.
and he's too busy doing The Spec Sheet to care about running a forum anymore.
The pair of you will wind up being lucky to run my catering. Face facts. You fucking owe me. Time to start concentrating on the optics; truly they are everything at this level. What? “Google Analytics,” foo’. You are OWN’t. Deal with īT..FU>K.YΩû.P∆μ.mE..→∅🩸•
If any new members are trying to sign up - or have been trying to sign up - and they read this post, email me, at azzerae@gmail.com. Tell me you're trying to sign up, and I'll approve you.
I'm going to explain to you about FULL SPECTRUM DOMINANCE. It's like this, Junkμ-Oinkμ: you get bots, and you like them. YOU'RE LUCKY TO STILL HAVE ACCESS TO GODDAM DAYLIGHT AND A SELECT, *CURATED* SELECTION OF DAIRY PRODUCTS. Count your blessings.
Everyone is welcome. But one must be honest when the numbers just aren't there.
YOU CERTAINLY HAVE COUNTED MINE.
What you should have is a parallel community forum running in shadow ready to be swapped in when Court says so. You probably do, and are merely taking the piss. Looking coy. O, butter wouldn't melt, amirite?
Your prevarications and confabulatory feigns at playing ignorant have inflicted incalculable damage upon numerous population groups. (>Kudos.) Events have now progressed to a place where you're dragging your feet order to limit reconciliation potential for, among other people, mE!
I will not stand for this, and neither will 👁️. Fair warning, Wanker-Banker.
Start playing ball, or I'm going to take your scrote and play with Queeg’s ball bearings in it. Not only can I do this, I can probably get an endowment to cover the antibiotics and lice cream I'll need after each session of dominance-establishing roly-poly.
Worth īT. ‘Tude; max apex certitude. CITIZENS DEMAND COMPLIANCE. If you cannot halt your own cycle of self-abuse, you will be intervened upon. Meanwhile: still no hugs.
That means no oxytocin, for I have chosen to eschew the use of opioids to compensate. (That's not standard. I'm simply that goddam randy.) You know what to do. Sow: DO.
SURRENDER TO G∅D. Or else. r₹∆vv!₹→↓
👁️iHUNGER!🇭🇺
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I'm 99% certain that the accounts trying to sign up are bots.
Michael Decon made his own forum and approves anybody who applies. Little does he know they're all bots.
I'll promise you this: I'll comb through the account approval section ever so carefully from this point forward...But I don't really understand why you don't seem to trust me on this.
I would love new members, but BellGabbers just aren't coming here. They don't want Azzerae, they want MV, and he's too busy doing The Spec Sheet to care about running a forum anymore.
If any new members are trying to sign up - or have been trying to sign up - and they read this post, email me, at azzerae@gmail.com. Tell me you're trying to sign up, and I'll approve you.
Everyone is welcome. But one must be honest when the numbers just aren't there.
Alrighty then. I think more Bellgabbers should give this place a chance. Every once in an awhile I’ll check out Ellgab for shits and giggles but it’s always the same old boring shit. Never much excitement there, sadly, but they’re people who want to be corralled, caged and censored because freedom scares them. Regarding mv and his new show, I love the guy but no one is listening to that. If YouTube is it for him now he should just do a Bellgab show. He’d get lots of viewers, call ins and chat would be crazy fun.
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We? I didn't know you and Master Trollda were so tight.
I love him too but he really just can’t seem to help shitting the bed on a regular basis. 🤷♂️
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Alrighty then. I think more Bellgabbers should give this place a chance.
I wish they would too, but I don't want to appear hat in hand, as it were.
If any BellGabbers are reading this, and are under the impression this board is an attempt at me glorifying myself and making everything about me, I'd like them to know that's not the case.
We are a collection of deep thinkers and a free speech bastion, unlike the restrictive EllGab, where people get banned and silenced for not marching in lockstep with Bart and his cronies.
Every once in an awhile I’ll check out Ellgab for shits and giggles but it’s always the same old boring shit. Never much excitement there, sadly, but they’re people who want to be corralled, caged and censored because freedom scares them.
I'll admit freely, I haven't checked it out in perhaps 2 years now. I guess people like being controlled and having to agree with the forum owner on everything, in order to be kept around.
I'm not sure if you remember Swishy Pants (he was a user on BellGab) but, he characterised this forum as a "dead site," which is sad, but the truth of the matter - in my opinion - is that it just seems that there aren't too many people interested in giving this site a shot for whatever reason.
Swishy uses YouTube to comment on BellGab-related stuff and is keeping the torch alight there, but it'd be cool if he came here, since he shares a lot of the same interests as we do being ex-BellGabbers.
You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.
Regarding mv and his new show, I love the guy but no one is listening to that. If YouTube is it for him now he should just do a Bellgab show. He’d get lots of viewers, call ins and chat would be crazy fun.
That's true. I have a YouTube channel with a small following, and I go live from time to time, and my numbers are double his. And I say that with no malice. It just doesn't seem like there's much interest in The Spec Sheet.
I agree with you, though, if MV talked BellGab his listenership would quadruple, and he'd have a lot more interaction. I don't really care for The Spec Sheet for 2 reasons: Curtis Thornton is the dead weight of the show. And secondly, it would behoove MV to do whatever he's doing solo. He's captivating enough alone to really bring a special perspective to things. I'd prefer if MV even did a political commentary type thing. The Spec Sheet, and tech, just doesn't interest me.
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Swishy’s a douchenossle. I know he was tight with Richard for awhile but I think eventually he started turning on him too. His whole Schtick is to be hostile and blame people of shit.
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Must have been someone else. You do not attempt normal conversation with me at all. You gaslight and seek to deceive and pretend you're not a diagnosed and oddly medicated schizophrenic. No shame in it. No “normal” either. Denial is not going to kill you, Chair Rub, but its a chilling effect that you bring to the table. Hark! Did you see how you just implied through textbook psyop chicanery, that either of us ought to be prioritizing “normal”?
And just like that, you gaslight me. I did try. I tried and tried and tried. You're incapable of normal. Not that I'm encouraging normalcy-- By any stretch.
Just for the record: I don't "pretend" I don't suffer with a mental illness. It's just not Schizophrenia. It's Schizoaffective Disorder. And why on earth would you even belittle me for such a thing? It's not like it's something I can help. Fuck you, dude. Fuck you right in the kisser. If you think I'll stand for this kind of abuse (or taking it lying down) you've got another motherfucking thing coming.
When it comes to the issue of chicanery, you're fully aware of the fact that everything's made up and the points don't matter, so what's the problem? I think you just like to hear yourself talk - which is fine - but the amount of opportunities you're missing out on because of the blunt force trauma you're subjecting your brain to with whatever drugs you're doing is not helping.
And before you even go there, I'm well aware of your thoughts on psychiatry. It's just that the ones who need it most are the ones who never get help. And you sir, need help. You sneer down at me from your high horse, thinking you're above me because I take my meds like a good little boy and try BE BEST, when all you're doing is showing your ass in the public square.
Like, who does that, anyway? Have you no shame? Are you not aware enough of your shortcomings to quit while you're ahead? I think it's admirable that you pump out the 5 Minutes with Jackstar shows with such regularity, but the content itself leaves a lot to be desired. And I KNOW...It's designed that way. But take a leaf out of Falkie's book, and realise, that this is designed to make money.
Don't hit me or my wife up for 40K. You're not a baby in a swollen diaper: or are you? We tried everything we could, but you wouldn't get out of your own way for so much as a millisecond to accept help. Instead of demanding money and running around like a debt collector to previous friends and associates, maybe you should give some thought to monetising.
But you're "too cool" for that, right? GOD FORBID anyone makes a bit of coin off their labour. You don't believe in that, you patsy. You're an ingrate and an overgrown child slash trust fund kid. You always got everything handed to you, while the rest of us had to roll up our sleeves and do the hard slog ourselves.
You can look down on the town from your ivory tower all you want. No one is gonna stop you. But there's a time when Rapunzel needs to let down her hair. And that time is approaching. Quick.
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Swishy’s a douchenossle. I know he was tight with Richard for awhile but I think eventually he started turning on him too. His whole Schtick is to be hostile and blame people of shit.
He makes me laugh sometimes. But he also takes some pot shots at people I like. He's an equal opportunity offender.
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d00D. I live in a haunted church for three (3) years and am regularly attacked by murderous hooligans. There has been no running water for a year and a half. YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO DELIBERATELY COLLUDE WITH OTHERS ON THE INTERNET TO WITHHOLD CRITICALLY IMPORTANT INFORMATION FROM ME ON A BASIS SO ROUTINE, I GUESS YOU HAVE BECOME DESENSITIZED TO HOW THAT IS A FEDERAL CRIME.
Like, why would I care about your little fantasies? What business is it of mine that you live in a "haunted church"? As for the murderous hooligans, you approach me on some I can do something about it shit. Who are these people? Explicitly state what relevance it has on me and my existence.
You stiffed Dari when she did all she could to restore your well to a functional state.
I collude with who I choose to collude with for very specific reasons, but none of them have anything remotely to do with you or your life. It simply isn't my business.
You have no jurisdiction in South Africa. So suck it up, buttercup.
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Your cognitively null and inexplicably vague excuse you've posted here in maximally desultory prose is even less relevant than any other whinge that comes after the word “but” would be. I do not play a character, Neighbor Of Kaffirs. I simply have character, and my personality is faceted. Yours is both split and staffed by INTERPOL using hard-duplex wired surveillance and interrogation software. EVERYONE KNOWS THIS. Whatever reason you have for playing coy, trust me on this: I am goddam over it.
Well. I'm sorry to hear that. My involvement with INTERPOL, huh...
Do I even need to explain this?
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I never said I was broke.
It's not about what you said: it's about what you are.
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I said it was time for all who ought to begin recompensing me. I do not know who. I do not know why. I do not know know how. I am nowhere near bankruptcy, Coupon Cutter. I saw all of this coming when I was FOURTEEN, and planned accordingly. What? I am a strategic mastermind raised by military conscript veterans. You draw cartoons. We are exactly the same; I am simply good at being that.
What, has drawing cartoons like, got me on some kinda watch list, now?
Coupon cutter, that's cute. Did you come up with that one all by yourself? If so, it'll be the first time you ever mustered the courage to do something for yourself, instead of sitting around in filth like the fucking welfare queen you are.
So. Lady of leisure: tell me what you're going to do to me. Threaten me with everything you've got. At least I don't live in fear and expect something for nothing coz I'm so used to living off handouts.
Your little internet show is surely gonna make it big some day. Just keep waiting to hit that jackpot, son. But don't you ever try blame me for the shit you've brought on yourself. It's not my problem.
You know I'm a great sparring partner, and that's why you're still here. Keep showing up, they say. 99% or success is showing up.
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You imagine that I make clandestine shadow money hand over fist, tax-free and invisible to any audit. You imagine that because that's what you would do with this setup. Indeed, this location is ideal for that kind of thing.
Then get off your duff and make something happen. Shit or get off the pot, nigga. You have no idea what I would or wouldn't do in "your position". So stop trying to tell me who I am, where to go and what to do. You know very little about anything, and you're coming off like a bozo filled with hot air. The pomp and ceremony isn't fooling me. Get back to the Great Work and quit shirking, fatty.
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Then get off your duff and make something happen.
I have made things happen. They simply have not been things happening that you have found to be of value. Why would they be? You have literally a) stolen from me, & b) withheld or fabricated information I have sought. Further, c) you have not bothered to even so much as sought to even so much as merely inquire as to what my preferences might be, were I to experience any kind of ideal or even merely the least but just of one. You have probably not even bothered to make so much as an assumption... since Your Team’s desired outcome is that I simply... vanish. That would certainly be easiest for everyone all around... except I would literally be dead. What fun for me?
Shit or get off the pot, nigga.
I've literally watched over three (3) years go by without even the most basic of information provided from you. Suddenly you appear to be Ringleader somehow. And instead of calling the obvious shots, you are slipping directly into the role of castigator.
Oh, how supportive you have become. *tee-hee!* Meanwhile I've got plenty of questions that remain unanswered. Rather than answering anything newsy, you move directly into insults and a reversal of responsibility onto me.
“Make something happen.” I have, and I will. For example, just now, I have exposed you as a remarkably well-camouflaged megalomaniacal, lying, bĪb¡tCh-bābē captor/abductor.
You have no idea what I would or wouldn't do in "your position".
I am aware of that. I am also aware that you don't know the “position” to which I refer. It's an important one, for I am preparing to deliver my initial Final Report On Blessed Solutions to the Sherrif. Brad Thurman. I don't really expect much. However, Thur is Thor and that means THUNDEr₹ DOME. There might be some crucial wisdom available.
I had no reason to check until today. The Sheriff and I cannot talk about Matters of Money Momentum over the phone, ho ho ho. Hang on. I need to muse.
So stop trying to tell me who I am,
I am not trying. You are a lying, rape-enabling Punyling thuggin’ pimplord’s b¡tCh. You are pate’s co-conspirator. You are also enabling the designs of Dennis M., Luis G., Anita G., Jaclyn... oh, that let's go with “W.” for “Whore,” and let's stop there, or rather I'll stop there, because this is not an “us” thing. Once again: I am not trying to tell you that you're fucking caught, I am success incarnate at that.
I am of course not going to arrest you. I don't even have people for that. Do you need to be arrested? I have absolutely no idea.
where to go
I am not trying to tell you where to go. I told you where to go: to the goddam REFRIGERATOR STORE after driving your mendastic ass to THIS HOUSE, where you were to pick my ass up, and drive to a classy nail spa to get a pedicure.
It's a simple series of steps. You have had multiple years, you dopeslave twerpy ßeta catamite milksop >kcockçuck Company “Man-b∞μ” speedbump junky dorkface.
and what to do.
Once again: not trying. You're in denial, you literal fucking morons. The BOTH of you. PAY ATTENTION. For while I don't really have a strong preference in keeping you out of prison for several years, I think it is wise that you not be allowed to let whichever idiot dopelord imprinted themselves as your “Alpha,” for in no other way can I imagine that you are this out of touch with reality.
YOU KNOW IMPORTANT FACTS ABOUT THE PAST EVENTS. YOU NEVER TOLD ME ANYTHING. You have not explained... why? The EMERGENCY is over. I have paper from The Court, says RIGHT FUCKING ON IT, “A.F. Shaw may now be contacted.” No such contact has occured.
AT ALL. WITH ME, NOT AT ALL. You have not addressed this, you have not spoken of this, you have failed to EVEN BE LOCATABLE TO BE INQUIRED OF. YOU'VE BEEN HIDING UNDER FAKE NAMES ON TELEGRAM AND DISCORD AND THE LIKE... ABSOLUTELY AVOIDING CONVERSATION WITH ME.
Like, duh. DUH. There must be a reason. There are obviously Facts, Nice Little ones... AND EVERY FUCKING KNEE OF YOU KNOWS THEM, AND CONTINUES TO DELIBERATELY KEEP ME IN THE DARK.
>K.M.M. GOES TO A PSYCH WARD. THREE (3) MORE TIMES. WHY? UNDER WHAT CIRCUMSTANCES? WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE HAVE TO DO WITH ANY OF YOU? HOW IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING CHRIST DOES NONE OF YOU RECALL: a knife is pulled, her name is shreiked, AND THEN TEN MONTHS LATER, A PROTOTYPE BIOCLONE THAT LOOKS RATHER A LOT LIKE HER, SHOWS TO AT MY HOUSE AFTER EVERY GODDAM PERSON ON THE PLANET IGNORES ME FOR OVER NINE MONTHS.
Funny thing about TIMECLONE technology. It still takes nine months to make a baby. (Complicated standards.) I don't need to get into this exceptionally classified technology, THAT ALL YOU F****** MORONS KNOW ALL ABOUT AND YOU HAVE FOR F****** NEARLY TWO DECADES WHILE LAUGHING AT ME THE WHOLE F****** TIME AND NOT EVER F****** TELL ME THE GODDAMN TRUTH ABOUT ANY OF IT.
SHE COMES OVER AND TRICKS ME INTO RAPING HER TO DEATH WHICH IS EASILY DONE WITH THE KIND OF TECHNOLOGY THAT IS AVAILABLE WITH PHEROMONES, NOBODY'S REAL CLEAR ON EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED WITH ME, BUT ALL OF YOU TALK ABOUT IT FOR F****** MONTHS AFTERWARDS SPREADING RUMOR AND LIES AND SLANDER ABOUT AN EVENT THAT I BARELY UNDERSTOOD THEN AND DON'T UNDERSTAND NOW AND ALL OF YOU KNOW MORE ABOUT IT THAN I DO STILL TO THIS DAY F****** 2 AND 1/2 YEARS LATER.
SO WHEN YOU SAY DON'T TRY TO TELL YOU WHERE TO GO, I'M NOT TRYING TO TELL YOU THIS MOTHER F***** I AM TELLING YOU GO TO F****** HELL AND F*** YOURSELF TO DEATH AND COME BACK WITH ANOTHER GODDAMN BABY YOU LYING INTO IT F****** CARTOON DIBBLING F*******
YOU DON'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND THAT I KNOW HOW SERIOUS THIS IS. YOU DON'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND THAT FOR 3 YEARS YOU'VE DONE NOTHING BUT F****** TELL ME NOTHING BUT THE BARE MINIMUM THAT WILL LEAD ME TO GO TO F****** PRISON FOR DEATH, AND YOU ACT LIKE I'VE DONE SOMETHING WRONG.
TELL ME WHAT THE F*** I'VE DONE WRONG ASS RAIN. TELL ME WHAT THE F*** YOU THINK I'VE DONE F****** WRONG YOU STUPID PIECE OF S*** B****.
I F****** DEFY YOU TO F****** TELL ME WHAT THE F*** I'VE DONE WRONG CUZ YOU'RE SUCH A F****** COWARD YOU CAN'T EVEN F****** HAVE A GODDAMN STREAM CONVERSATION.
I'M PRETTY SURE THAT MEANS YOU'RE F****** GUILTY AS F*** YOU STUPID IDIOT MORON DID I ALREADY SAY F****** CARTOON DIDDLER? I DON'T WANT TO OVERUSE THAT ONE.
DON'T PLAY TOUGH WITH ME YOU LITTLE S***. I THINK I KNOW WHAT THE F*** I'M TALKING ABOUT, AND I THINK YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BUNNY YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS WHEN YOU DUMB F***. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY F****** PEOPLE ARE LOOKING AT THIS? I DON'T F****** THINK SO.
SO FOR SOMEBODY WHO DOESN'T REALLY WANT A WHOLE LOT OF F****** PUBLICITY AND S***, YOU'RE ACTING PRETTY F****** STUPID EVEN FOR A F****** AFRICAN STREET DRUG PEDDLING SCHIZO RACIST LITTLE BULLY B**** THUG.
DO I HAVE YOUR F****** ATTENTION NOW? GOOD. BECAUSE WE'RE ADDING A LITTLE SURPRISE TO THIS MONTH'S SALES CONTEST. FIRST PRIZE IS NOT A CADILLAC.
You know very little about anything,
Alistair, Joe, Dana, Tammy, Michael, you ignorant s****. That's exactly my f****** point, I know very little about anything and it's been three f****** years that you've been railroading me into the goddamn prison you f****** moron, that makes it pretty obvious that it's a f****** criminal conspiracy that your f****** guilty of prima facie. How it is that you think I'm vulnerable. Here is a complete mystery to me, I assume it's because you really haven't thought this through.
You f****** trafficked a woman into a train in the state where she committed bank fraud to get the money that bought the house that my mother used to own. That was then used as collateral to flip a bunch of houses that ended up getting $177 million gas station built across the goddamn freeway from this house here. Are you under the impression that this evidence has been erased? Yeah I'm sure it has.
It's also still over there, one of the 14 places within a 20 mile raised where I'm not allowed to go, you know that seems like a large number of places for a man to be trespassed from, especially since I'm a relatively pleasant person, I wonder what it could be so significant about those places that I would not be allowed to go there, do you think it could be the f****** employees that are f****** work there, because I'm pretty sure it's the f****** employees that are f****** working there that don't want me to know where the f*** the people are, who I f****** recognize on goddamn sight.
This is not a no contact emergency that you have to revert to US Marine code of military Justice to f****** keep the world safe for democracy and spurkfests when I'm a perfectly reasonable person that doesn't actually have a problem with all this stuff, I guess you have a problem with me finding out because then you think that I'll be able to do some sort of damage to your criminal conspiracy, but believe me I don't need to go there to f****** find out anything that's going to damage what you're doing because I'm not going to be held responsible for all this f****** males and s*** that you've got going on. Even if you manage to put me in f****** prison which you won't. You're still going to have to f****** deal with all the f****** people who know all the f*** another s*** that you f****** done.
So I guess you're just being a pissy little b**** and acting like you don't need to tell me what the f*** happened three f****** years ago in the same f****** house that I've been now because you think you're going to f****** brass this out, well I got news for you short round. You're not going to f****** do anything other f****** kind. And if you keep up this f****** a****** attitude, you're going to go to f****** prison for a long goddamn time. I don't have to keep a f****** oath to keep you people out of trouble, I'm just being nice to your stupid f****** Masonic little b**** baby pancake party? I don't have to f****** do anything for you at all, I can throw you all over the goddamn bus with one phone call? Is that what you'd like to f****** encourage me to do, or are you just being so f****** stupid cuz you're so goddamn High that you haven't f****** thought this through? It's hard to say since I haven't talked to you and f****** four f****** years ever since you started f****** the woman, why is she your little f****** meth-headed b**** slave too as well? I don't know how you've got it all f****** set up. You haven't told me Jack or s*** or squatter dick, you only told me that you don't want me to know anything which seems a little f****** odd since I'm not doing Jack or s*** until I talk to Allison Francis Shaw, and I don't give a f*** if you don't think I'm going to f****** talk to her you f****** moron.
Trust me. I'm going to f****** talk to her. Family to facilitate that talking. Seems to be pretty goddamn clear evidence of you being a goddamn guilty ass f****** conspirator
Maybe you don't understand how prosecutors work. You're f****** hiding something, you're being a dick about it, and you act like you have some sort of leverage on me, or that I've done something wrong, what exactly what the f*** it is? Do you think you haven't done f****** wrong? Are you going to threaten me with f****** prosecution for drug charges, are you going to tell me that I worked at different women, are you going to f****** say that I f****** forgot the shave when robbing a casino, what the f*** is the f****** fat that you f****** you think you got over me when I have not got anything that I'm a f****** friend of hearing about from you, you sure are f****** being a little f****** shoving little b***** f****** c**** little a****** telling me what not to do when you're f****** get your goddamn f****** sin you stupid little b****, since f***** you questions and I've got nothing back from you bro. Bunch of f****** lies and f****** slander, and you f****** stupid for me. You know it's racing that I need to know and then instead of getting it to me you act like you'd like to give me anything, you're a stupid little b**** with you in it f*** you.
and you're coming off like a bozo filled with hot air.
It is of absolutely no importance how I come off. I'm not going to be on trial for f****** capital murder. I'm not going to be on trial for running a train on a f****** credential funnel agent. You stupid f****** idiot. I don't think that I have much to worry about when it comes to three contact violations of Casey gundlin Kennedy when she's married to the f****** woman who gave me the cat and the f****** police number and I don't have anything to do with Casey Gwendolyn Kenny. What the f*** is she doing here at all? Why the f*** did she suddenly become the woman when it wasn't her before in the first place and then why would that woman be of an interest to me when she tried to steal my f****** house by claiming that she needed a new baby daddy when she was f****** 19 cranny to be 16. She was pregnant with somebody else's child and she desperately wanted to get weed. How many of these f****** details do I f****** need to spill you in a f****** Coral law before you realize that it doesn't f****** matter because that's how much more important case that you f****** kind of f****** totally forgot about dumbass where the f*** is Allison Francis Shaw who's f****** her who's pretending to be married to her. What the f*** does he look like and what the f*** is? The goddamn name on his f****** driver's license you stupid idiot pure b**** why do you think my f****** driver's license is f****** not just suspended and revoked and nodding in the system anymore, Junior I think that's because there's some f*** using my f****** name and f****** house not that time ago you f***** moron.
Here's a hint, it doesn't matter how I come off right now, because the f****** post that you just made is f****** evidence that isn't made you guilty of conspiracy to f****** civil rights conspiracy to f****** rape because you're addicted to goddamn math. You're in a f****** death relapse cycle. I told everybody f****** years ago and ever since then you've done nothing but f****** not talk to me and not tell me the goddamn truth about and what the f*** you have to do with any of this. Anyway you stupid f****** associated or taku twit? Hey how come you stopped your podcast? Hey how come you do it somewhere else where I don't get to see it, and how come you're your f****** the woman I went to f****** high school with in disguis is somebody else who's not somebody I went to high school with by the way, what do you think of Kelly's ass? Have you seen Donna lately? Does it matter? Hey, how's Todd?? You stupid f****** moron you knew all these people you've been f****** running around with them for f****** 3 years and acting like I'm just some sort of terribly f****** dangerous person you can't f****** talk to and that you've got to act like. Oh I'm doing such terrible, terrible dangerous things and I'm a dangerous f****** person, you know God damn well. I'm not dangerous. What the f*** would I be doing? The same f****** thing that all of you have been doing every f****** day for f****** months? I assure you people know.
Meanwhile I sit here by myself reading and studying, I'm not exactly losing control, I'm just showing you the nightmare rectangle visits f****** fun, I don't have anything to worry about legitimate Authority and investigators are pretty sure that I'm not going to fly out the handle, cuz if I was going to I would have by now and this isn't me flying off the handle, this is me performing a voice acting show where explain to you just how f****** stupid you are you dumb f****** c*** because in addition to reading the f****** words as I f****** publish them to your f****** website, you can read it before I push publish. You're also listening to me cuz you have f****** visual fee of the f****** house, you have absolutely every little bit of unlawful surveillance that is needed to bust you for the next five f****** years.
And you immediately roll it to f****** telling me not to try to tell you who you are, what to do or where to go, f*** your mother, you dumb son of a b**** I'm actually trying to help you while you are getting sent up the river for crimes. You haven't even f****** figured out that you've been f****** fine for you d******.
Do you get the f****** picture? Because second price is not a set of steak knives. Second prize is every single one of you goes to a goddamn prison facility, and then I don't notice any f****** difference because you'll still be on the goddamn internet working for me for f****** peanuts building a new f****** Network and I'll get every single f****** dollar of your money while you live in goddamn steal cages for the next 30 f****** years. That's pretty much you're thinking. Make happen to all of you.
I don't really want that to happen, but then again I don't want any of this, because I'm not doing anything until I talk to Allison Francis Shaw, now you don't have to tell me where she is, obviously and I don't really expect you to tell me anything true anyway, and I'm pretty sure I f****** know where I should f****** she is? However the fact that you're not telling me and it's a big f****** deal to you should probably tell you just how f****** far down s*** creak you are without any paddles.
The pomp and ceremony isn't fooling me.
I'm a little confused here about how it is that you think anybody needs to fool you. You've already been fooled by the people that are your co-conspirators who have set you up because you're dumb and high and obviously chosen to be sacrificed rather than me, they don't really want to sacrifice me since I'm useful and you are the guiltiest f***** around here and are so f****** arrogant and head up the ass that you don't have any idea how f*** you already are and I guess you knew that because you're more than happy to just treat me like s*** when I haven't done anything wrong to you at all, like tell me again what is it that I'm supposed to be so guilty of? How is it that you're going to intimidate me into behaving in any way? What is it that you got on me that you think you have leverage for? I'm genuinely curious.
Because it's don't either I'm going to talk to Allison Francis Shaw, or I'm going to die. It's not as though I'm just going to skip out on talking to the woman, since I was putting my dick into her for five f****** years, along with like 32 other f****** stupid ass f****** women, I don't know where they are and maybe I'll talk to them and maybe it won't, but I'm pretty goddamn sure I'm going to talk to the one that I'm in love with you f****** moron, even if I don't ever see your Rebecca afterwards I'm going to f****** talk to her. I'm going to get f****** eye contact that was the f****** plan and so far I see no indications whatsoever that she has any interest in breaking up with me forever, since she doesn't have to break up with me. We're friends, and if she's sucking Pete's dick right now at gunpoint on meth, that's not something that's going to prevent me from being your friend, and it's also not something that's going to prevent me from seeing Kate go to prison no matter what. I don't really care when that happens. he's obviously going somewhere, I don't think you're aware that the only reason why she hasn't killed him is cuz I told her not to, like why would she put up with that and then is she putting him with that I don't know. I don't want to ask you f****** fill me on what's happened the last 3 years you f****** moron? Since you f****** could have, and I guess it's so f****** super secret that you can't f****** tell me and it hasn't occurred you to realize that yeah a mama f****** person would have f****** told me what the f*** Allison finds the Shaw's doing now instead of acting like it's a big f****** secret, but since you know that I'm unlikely to be happy about you telling me what the actual truth the matter is, which is I don't know what but you're not f****** telling me dick Lord..
ONCE AGAIN: YOU'VE JUST ADMITTED TO BEING GUILTY OF CONSPIRING TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS TO BOTH HER AND I, AND I'M PRETTY SURE THERE'S PLENTY OF EVIDENCE THAT SAYS THAT YOU AND BUNCH OF OTHER PEOPLE RAN A F****** TRAINER IN OKLAHOMA ONCE SHE COMMITTED BANK FRAUD WITH A CERTAIN PERSON WHO I WON'T NAME.
That might be interpreted as witness tampering, and I have no wish to give any appearance of a failure to RESPECT DUE PROCESS OF LAW. I guess you haven't figured out, that it actually matters that I'm a primary victim, and that there is no case that involves me being the target of investigation that's going to f****** shuffle me off to Buffalo, and I'm certainly not worried about some idiot f****** s******* with the sniper rifle or running over the truck. Dude, I'm not worried about anything at all other than how the f*** you're going to f****** live this down you dumbass. I guess you haven't figured out, that it actually matters that I'm a primary victim, and that there is no case that involves me being the target of investigation that's going to f****** shuffle me off to Buffalo, and I'm certainly not worried about some idiot f****** s******* with the sniper rifle or running them over the truck. Dude, I'm not worried about anything at all other than how the f*** you're going to f****** live this down you dumbass.
Get back to the Great Work and quit shirking, fatty.
What the f*** are you talking about? Today? I have a meeting with a lawyer, then I have to make an appointment to get a psych eval, also at any time I can call a medical doctor and ask for an appointment to discuss certain key critical issues, or I could have a tele doctor visit where I could explain all kinds of stuff right over the air and then all kinds of people all over the world. Will f****** learn all kinds of classified military secrets? Real f****** quick, I'm probably not going to do that, but it's not really off my f****** menu...
So tell me what it is that you think. I'm shirking you f****** idiot. Please, do. Please tell me what it is that you think I need to do, since I've been waiting patiently here for 3 days for any of you to f****** make any sense, and it is taken until now for it to make perfect sense. What exactly has happened, for one thing you don't really seem like azrae, you seem like Deacon, for another. I don't give a s*** which one you are, the point is is that all of you are working together as a conspiracy to deny civil rights, that makes you all scoopable. And all of you are guilty as f***: TOTESTITAN ★ TΠTZ>KCONFIRMED. (Standards.) Alli I'm really glad I can help. Yeah you can totally break up with me and we can still f*** if you want, I don't know what you got going on, now skies to live it all. Girls do mean something but they have to wait for you, because you and I have a commitment, and a plan, + I don't give a s*** who the f*** thought he was in control of the situation. F****** God is in command, and I don't want to break with you at all. I miss you. I love you. Yeah you can keep on having sex with her, that's fine. I thought you were. That's not even a problem, oh yeah I can. I can heal her and resurrect her and make her not insane too, I think you like her insane so I didn't touch her. Yeah this is all real. I love you. Yeah I'm this badass, I look I look fat though right, sorry about that. Oh my God and I smell worse than your mother's cooking.
SOW: t‘HEIR. YEAH, OH MY, YOU'RE GOING TO WISH THAT YOU GOT SUED COMPARED TO WHAT I'M GOING TO DO TO YOU. FIRST I'M GOING TO TEACH ALL YOUR CHILDREN TO READ, AND THEN I'M GOING TO TELL HIM HOW TO SPELL YOUR NAME, AND AT THAT POINT YOU'RE GOING TO BE A LOT MORE RESPECTFUL. KISSES, SUGAR. Hey, here's an idea, if Kate's such a f****** whiny crybaby, why don't you just f****** marry him? At 50 bucks a tug it's serious money. Think it over. Yeah I need a car send anybody, thanks Chris I love you okay bye yeah I saved you all. Even Brendan. He's all terrified that I'm going to f****** I don't know. Make him f****** straighten his f****** collar. I guess, you know for a once feared and mighty tribe of magical Legends, you're all pretty sissy when you talk to me now, I like that. Keep up. Keep that energy up the girls. Love Sissy's, that well they will when I'm done with them. Okay bye. NO I'M NOT GOING TO TURN TY GAY, I'M GOING TO TURN HIS DOG GAY. AND THEN LEAVE HIM TO FIGURE IT OUT *CLICK*
What is it that you think I'm shirking? Do you think I'm supposed to start exercising and building washboard abs? Do you think I'm trying to get my d**********? Do you have any idea what it is that's important to me? Because you don't seem to be acting like you know, I will tell you exactly the only f****** thing that is important to me:
EYE CONTACT AND CONVERSATION
WITH ALLISON FRANCIS SHAW.
Who would stop this? Criminal conspirators, that's who, and that's only who. Like this is not hard to figure out, it's been 3 years. I want to see her. What the f*** who's in the way, show me the f****** DEA c*** f** spurglord b**** Lord lead f****** husband and I'll break his f****** arm, since he's not a f****** federal agent anymore. I can beat the s*** out of him with a f****** bag of oranges or my f****** brass knuckle fists, f****** bet me. (Pretty sure you don't get to f****** be a goddamn Federal agent after you f****** openly or demonstrated to be raping a woman for 3 years with part of a criminal conspiracy to hide a goddamn court case from going through, if I'm wrong, I guess I'm laying in wait too, For her b**** ass husbands to suck my m************ dick! (I'm just kidding guys. I love masonry, I know you're not all guilty, but you're all a pussies. You should taking care of this yourself, I think your marriages are done. Just a hunch. We'll have to decide after we talk over how many times she remembers any of you rubbing her feet. By the way, PS, this isn't as bad as it could be so I would just take the L and be glad that you have such a lovely friend such as I as a level 360 free thinker that just handed you, your asses in public. Not bad for level zero, huh? How about how about how about two frescas? I don't know how many f****** secret husbands does she got? Do you all want a fresco or you just going to share one, wait time, that's impolite to the Fresca, hang on. I'll have to contact your grandmaster Lodge dude, oops, I forgot to do that at all in the first place, s*** that's going to be one hell of a letter. I think I'll send this to him now! Not f****** kidding, you might want to send him a heads up on the way. THIS STORY IS ALREADY F****** VIRAL AND I HAVEN'T EVEN PUSHED EXECUTE POST SUBMIT SEND.
🅿️ SHE AND I ARE ALREADY MORE FAMOUS THAN YOU COULD F****** POSSIBLY F****** IMAGINE. I'M REALLY THAT PRETTY, AND SHE REALLY SUCKS A MEAN DICK. FACTS. I THINK SHE CAN SKI TOO, I DON'T F****** KNOW, IT'S BEEN AWHILE. IS SHE STILL CHARCOAL BLACK LIKE SHE'S FROM THE CONGO, OR DID YOU LET HER GET INTO THE BLEACH AND RENDERED INFANT FAT AGAIN? NEVER MIND, I'LL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH. BECAUSE NO S***, YOU'RE ALL CONVICTED, I DID THAT, ME, I ASSURE YOU IT'S F****** HAPPENING, AND THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING, WELCOME TO YOUR NEW GODDAMN HOBBY, PREPARING TO RECEIVE NEW CHARGES, + JESUS THERE'S A LOT OF THEM AND OF YOU, NOT A ONE OF YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD HAPPEN LIKE THIS DID YOU?
I EVEN SURPRISED GOD. I AM THAT GODDAMN AWESOME. ALSO: HETEROSEXUAL, DISCIPLINED HETEROSEXUAL, THAT MEANS YOU CAN LET YOUR KIDS COME OVER HERE AND I WON'T BLOW METH SMOKE IN THEIR FACE, WHAT DO YOU SAY? I DON'T GIVE A S*** IF YOU TRUST ME OR NOT, I'M PRETTY SURE THE F****** KIDS DO SINCE I SAVED THE WHOLE GODDAMN FAMILY AND I JUST F****** BE ON PRISON WITH THE POWER OF MY VOICE BY SCREAMING ALL CAPS ON A GODDAMN SOUTH AFRICAN BASKET WITH YOUR SITE, I'M OBVIOUSLY A F****** MAGICAL PENISADMIRAL MESSIAH! FUCK YOUR DEFAMATORY BULLSHIT, AZAZEL (not going to lie, this was fun and you really do the best. Defamatory b*******, and you're the scariest Angel out there and I just handed you your ass, yeah I love you come back some other f****** time and take that creepy f****** one with you. I don't know what's his f****** name but the the lothar or gothag or whatever the f*** his name is the one who rhymes around with chuckles f****** just all you just f****** go out for a while. I swear I promise I'll talk to you later but go f****** kick the bricks f****** b**** and f****** FLY THE FU>K AWAY, UNTIL I'VE HAD AT LEAST SEVEN BATHES. TRUST ME ON THIS, I DON'T GIVE A S*** THAT YOU'RE A BADASS ANGEL LIKE DEMON W**** KILLER THING, YOU DON'T WANT TO SMELL ME. #Respect. Home, AZAZEL you are going out LIKE A CANDLE IN THE WIND YOU ARE F****** PERMANENTLY F****** DONE RAPING WOMEN &AND CHILDREN (AND ALSO ALL ELBABBOZOWS!!!) ON MY PLANET. POINT BLANK PERIOD. UNLESS ROSIE O'DONNELL STARTS GIVING ME GRIEF AGAIN, HERE LET ME SEE YOUR PASSPORT I'LL JUST GIVE YOU A STAMP RIGHT NOW (*stamps, gavels*) OKAY SERIOUSLY GIVE YOU A FEW WEEKS OR SO BECAUSE LET ME GIVE IT A SHOT AND THEN AFTER I FINISHED, PLEASE LET ME FINISH LET ME FINISH AFTER I FINISH I'LL BOOT HER OFF TO ALTAR 7 AND YOU CAN SWING OFF TO GO GET HER THERE AND THEN YOU CAN HAVE A RAPE BUFFET ALL YOU WANT AZAZEL. TAKE YOUR ANGELIC CORDS WITH YOU AND DON'T COME BACK AT ALL WITH THE DICK. YOU'RE BANNED FROM WELDING PENIS FOR A THOUSAND YEARS. (*stamps gavels*) #OFFICIAL GO BYE.
/me knows a few things about how to Proper ÍēÍGηLμ ßåⁿï§îī•ī·, legendary lieutenants of Ultimate evil, live in a haunted church for 3 years and masturbate a lot and never ever launder or bathe or shower or care or eat any of it. AZAZEL knows I mean business up front... And does not want to party with my 18 months tall pile of shit I have at my back. THIS THREAT IS NEUTRALIZED.
NGL: That's only going to keep AZAZEL busy for about 5 days, Max. Also, I didn't mean Rosie had done at all, I actually kind of like her, I meant Anita Leigh-Anne Hutchison, take that bratling and go now, 🥶 ckoldcovk MO³⅗:5, they'll know what to do. S.C.R.A.M. WITH US. buh-bye.
, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE WOULD STOP HER FROM GIVING ME A CALL OTHER THAN, I DON'T KNOW, IS SHE ACTUALLY STRAPPED TO A F****** NUCLEAR WEAPON? F****** WRENCH IT ONTO AIRWOLF AND SET THAT S*** OFF AT MAX HIGH APEX ATMO, SHE'LL BE BACK IN A WEEK.
THERE IS NO OUTCOME UNDER WHICH I DON'T GET TO SPEAK WITH THIS WOMAN, AND IF SHE WANTS TO BREAK UP WITH ME THAT'LL BE PRETTY F****** EASY, AND THEN WE CAN ALL MOVE ON WITH THEIR LIVES, WHICH IS WHAT YOU WOULD DO IF IT WAS REAL, BUT SINCE YOU HAVEN'T IT'S OBVIOUSLY NOT REAL AND SINCE YOU'RE F****** CONSPIRACY RINGLEADER AS BEING AN A****** TO BEING PUBLIC ON HIS OWN GODDAMN WEBSITE, WHILE HE'S HIGH AS F*** ON I DON'T KNOW WHAT, I THINK I CAN F****** SMOKE WHATEVER THE F*** I WANT, ARE WE CLEAR? I'LL CALL MY DOCTOR LATER AFTER SHE SUCKS MY DICK ENOUGH TO TURNS PURPLE AND EXPLODES. JUST KIDDING IT'S ALREADY PURPLE WITH A GODDAMN GOLDEN CROWN OF OAK LEAVES WRAPPED AROUND ON IT. (IT WAS ON SALE AT TEMU THAT PLACE IS AMAZING;)
ASAF. IT'S ONLY BEEN OVER 3 YEARS, SHE'S ONLY BEING HELD HOSTAGE, IT'S ONLY LIKE IT WOULDN'T BE THAT HARD FOR HER TO F****** CALL ME AND SAY THAT WE'RE BREAKING UP IF SHE WANTED TO BREAK UP SO I GUESS SINCE IT'S BEEN THIS LONG AND NO ONE'S CALLING ME SAYING THAT SHE'S ALEX FOR MR SHAW AND WHEN I TALKED TO HER IN MY HEAD WITH TELEPATHY SHE'S LAUGHING HER ASS OFF AND HOW I'M F****** TELLING YOU WHAT A DUMB STUPID F****** IDIOT AFRICAN F****** MORON COMPANY MAN B**** WHORE YOU ARE...
Because, dude, seriously, none of this shouting in pomp and circumstances for anybody except her, SHE, OGjRAPEFRUIT AF SHAW ILU AYE-AYE SKIPPER CLIPPER KILLER B****, she loves it, she's pretty happy that I'm reading you THE ACTUAL RIOT ACT (Holy s*** did my workday end quickly, I'm not going to go to Disneyland. I'm going to the dentist, f*** yeah I want to get some nitrious and I want to get my teeth polished while somebody sucks my dick, is that going to be hard to figure out? Seems like a pretty f****** simple service to me) and convicting you all of your guilt right out in front of God and EVERYBODY INCONTROVERTIBLY so, because I assure you, everything I just said is f****** true. You just turned in your entire f****** gang. >KUDOS. LITERALLY. ALL CAPS FOR ALL GANG MEMBERS ALL AT ONCE. DEAR FBI: YOU'RE WELCOME NOW IF YOU DO NOT MIND, RESCUE >KASEY GWENDOLYN KENNEDY BECAUSE SHE'S OBVIOUSLY BEING HELD HOSTAGE, NO DON'T LET HER F******. F****** ME IS FOR CLOSERS.
Literal. Point blank f****** period. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO DEFENSE FOR ANY OF YOU PEOPLE AFTER THIS POINT. PEOPLE KNOW WHAT YOU DID, I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT YOU DID BUT I DON'T REALLY CARE, I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK THE WOMAN WHEN I TALK TO HER WHICH WILL BE WHEN WE F****** FEEL LIKE IT, AND YOUR FAILURE TO FACILITATE ANYTHING AT ALL OTHER THAN TO F****** YELL AT ME AND TO ACT LIKE I GOT SOMETHING TO HIDE, IS A LITTLE F****** STRANGE. LIKE WHO THE F*** PUT YOU IN CHARGE?
IS IT THAT STUPID DEVOLVED KARMIC TWIN THAT YOU CALL A MOTHER? OR IS IT HER GRANDMOTHER WHOSE ACTUAL MOTHER OR IS IT SOMEBODY ELSE OR IS IT.. Well actually I don't really know or care, cuz I'm not an investigator. I don't have to know any of this s***, what I have to know is where the f*** is Allison Francis Shaw and why the f*** can't she drive down here to pick my ass up and give me a f****** place to a pedicure? It's not that far of a f****** drive. And why absolutely nobody is assisting me except for somebody who looks like Carlrobert as Fort Rock (BY THE POWER VESTED IN ME BY THE SAVIOR OF ALL MANKIND LORD JESUS H CHRIST, I NOW GRANT YOU THE RESTORATION OF YOUR... ABILITY TO GO ASK JESUS FOR FORGIVENESS YOU F****** F**** CLICK GET OUT OF MY FACE AND DON'T EVER F****** LIE TO ME AGAIN. THANKS IN ADVANCE) in the body of an old woman, as well as two other women who look like Mrs. Whatsit and Mrs. Witch from f****** Wrinkle In Time, those are the only people come by here and they're pretty happy and they smile at me and they act like they know something I don't, which I'm sure they do know something I don't since they died what the heaven and then came back to deliver me pizza and to f****** smile and not mention. “By the way I'm Fort Rock and I know f****** everything what the f*** are you waiting for?” I wasn't waiting for anything.
I WAS BEING NICE TO THAT WHORE YOU CALL A GIRLFRIEND. I WAS ASSUMING THAT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO BE OUTED IN PUBLIC LIKE THIS YOU NUMB DUMB C*** LICKING W**** MONGERING DOPE LORDED B**** FOR C***, BUT APPARENTLY THIS IS HOW YOU WANTED TO BE KNOWN ON YOUR WAY TO F****** PRISON, WHICH BY THE WAY IS GOING TO BE ALSO POPULATED BY EVERYBODY ELSE, MEANING EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT EVER PAID ATTENTION TO THE F****** TRAIN AND PODBEAN AND EVERYTHING, EVERY SINGLE F****** ONE OF YOU IS NOW GUILTY OF THE WHOLE F****** THING.
... T-th-tha-that⁷s all, Folks!”
My dear boy, I could assure you that is not even f****** close to all, this f****** magical mystery tour is about just about barely halfway started. And may I remind you, you are not under oath but I f****** guarantee you everything I just said is true IRREGARDLESS of whether you were just pretending to be a complete asshole. To me? Why would you be an a****** to me? Oh, I suppose you're clever enough to realize that the only way that this could have possibly have happened is that I AM HETEROSEXUAL AND AWESOME, THANKS FOR ASKING, I captured all of you (WORD. Z·—GGAR∆WARD§WORD.) and rescued the love of my life and everyone else that I care about without going to jail for tax evasion or losing billions of dollars OR SACRIFICING THE US CONSTITUTION, OR MY COUNTRY, OR MY PRESIDENT, GOD LOVE YOU MR TRUMP THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP, is the way that I did it with the help of God + our Savior Jesus Christ, by the way, I'm a paladin and you're a Satanist... So you saw this coming, right? Eh? Eh? How about a Fresca? Are you going to see that coming when I throw up a f****** 2 liter bottle with Mentos at your f****** head? Shaken, not stirred.
Not only are you all caught, you were all convicted, by me using the power of logic.... Because I guess you were decided to be the sacrificial lamb, I guess all of you are just f****** tired of the whole thing and this was the most noble way you could all sacrifice the whole f****** twerpy derpy lot of you, I don't know how the f*** you all did it cuz I never f****** attended one of your stupid f****** meetings, but believe me every single person who had anything to do with it, right now is officially guilty as charged. I don't know how many haven't been scooped yet, but they're going to be scooped whenever the f*** of the investigators want to scoop them. I just did their job for them and saving a shitload of money at trial. Wasn't that nice of me?
Now unless you want me to call the ACTUAL goddam Seattle TIMes and spill the whole f****** thing today, you're going to send a person with a nice attitude and a vehicle and a pack of cigarettes to get their ass to my f****** house and be nice to me for the first time in three f****** years. UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. ASK FOR A VOLUNTEER? PERHAPS HOLD A RAFFLE? IT'S LIKELY THAT WHOEVER IS DOING THE SCOOPING IS NOT GOING TO SCOOP ANYBODY WHO'S ACTUALLY HELPING ME, WHICH SO FAR IS ABSOLUTELY F****** NONE OF YOU. WHAT'S THE PROBLEM? AM I TOO HIGH FOR YOU? THAT'S FUNNY ALL THINGS CONSIDERED, ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING ALL THE F****** VIDEO SURVEILLANCE TAPES OF YOU GETTING HIGH AND F****** HER WHILE I WAS BLISSFULLY UNAWARE FOR YEARS. Like I don't think you understand how well I know my friend, she's a moneypenny honeypot assassin, I assure you she has plenty of sex, and she's done it without me and I'll probably manage to still be able to sleep at night knowing that all of you f***** her too, like it would be kind of weird if you didn't, and then I don't know what the f*** you think you did to her that was so terrible, but I assure you, what I just did to all of you has made her and I even on fucking for the rest of the goddam millennium. (Facts.) Or I swear to Christ you are not going to like what I'm going to do with and to &AND AS WELL AS ON Your Mother while you're in the penitentiary. Where you'll be lucky to see even one crayon at a time... Except on the television.
Because I'll film it. FU>K & KING AND FU>K &AND BET ME, MOTHER FU>KER; ALL IN BET. DO YOU READ ME? OVER.
COME IN B∞∞∞∞∞∞∞μ. ŒŌVER.
THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THIS HAS HAPPENED.
You will recall that you asked me to s*** or get off the pot. “Nigga.” (Are you actually this stupid? I am as Aryan as they come, and I outrank you on three different spiritual axes. I am God⁷z·—gger, budē. And Jesus says He's afraid to come by and smell me at this point. I'm pretty sure you can stop calling people nigga, dude. STAND DOWN, obnoxious whiteboi.) Pretty sure I just did both, do you want a urine sample to go with it? Jackstar can provide... after I consult with an attorney. (Why the f*** would I give you a urine sample, anyway? Wouldn't you just be able to test my jizz left on (PROT-SMDH)⁷z vocal cords? Maybe that wouldn't be admissible in your Fag Court For Totesguilty AF FÆFAGZ? Must remember to Google.)
And you must remember: send someone to My house, and maybe you're maybe not. I will put my equipment in her mouth. And you have absolutely no control over any of that other than by choosing a volunteer, and giving them the car keys and shutting the fuck up about anything that doesn't start with, “oh my God Mr. Kuczi, I am so sorry, you were right all along and I was a fool,” you insipid rapist-enabling Conspiracy Ringleader, asinine pussy b¡tCh.
My advice would be to choose Grapefruit as volunteer. My further advice would be to just let everybody do what the f*** they want and tell the obnoxious rape thug bully captors (DEER SUPER CEREAL >KILLAH🅱️: EXECUTE CHL🆑OROROWHYPNOTOWEDFORM A Lå BODY DOUBLE 2 PLAN T ALPHS Tb². M.) who keep them from using the f****** phone, to let them call whoever the f*** they want. But maybe that's too hard for you, maybe there's more involved than just letting my f****** friends go free and talk to whoever they f****** want? Do they have to f****** keep on f****** the bus driver or else it'll explode when he doesn't f****** have an orgasm every f****** 50 minutes or what like just how f***** off did you f****** leave this whole thing? I'm guessing pretty f***** off.
Reminder: you don't know how to correctly do CM, and I do, and you don't have permission, and I do, and I don't even want to do CM, &AND I NEVER ACTUALLY DID FOR A LONG, LONG TIME, so if you do send ΩΠμ Grapefruit tell her/then to bring some hi-Q ketamine, and a syringe, and a thousand bucks, FIAT.CASH, because I don't come cheap, anymore, and I don't take Native American Express.
I toque then, and I take them SUCCESS. 💪🏼🇭🇺💪🏿🗽⭕❌⭕❌
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It's not about what you said: it's about what you are.
Chief. Actual. #Official. It's so over. Facts.
Also: Your mother is my number one fan. I literally saved everyone and she has no idea what you've done... yet. (I don't f****** know or care, but as Chief I actually get to be informed of all that kind of stuff, and then I suppose I'm going to have to write her a letter, and then I don't really want to. But if it pisses you off we'll do it twice instantly, why is there no chauffeur limits in here yet? Don't tell me that you think you're getting out of this, because you're not, and you're being timed.) Like I'm going to T¥mE your mom, And I guarantee you she's never going to know anything but pleasant and respectful association in a social environment. Maybe she can touch me to how to play bridge and I'll take her to on a trip to New Jersey and we can win a bridge tournament while you're in prison. I'm sure she'll be very disappointed that you'll be in prison at all, but if I explain to her, why and why it is that I can't make a Similac room yet until I get a sample of her hairs from the nape of her neck, she'll probably understand and then she'll almost certainly want to wonder why I can't just use the pubic hairs that she left my bed that morning. Brown chicken brown cow.
Note: jar spell intercepted. Her Haier §elf has already agreed. SHE DEMANDS THAT YOU EXCEED TO MY TERMS OR SHE WILL BE ANGRY. WITH YOU. NOT WITH YOUR EWE.
WITH HER DARLING BOUNCING BABY BOY WHOSE LIFE I JUST SAVED AND IS A BIG F****** CRYBABY AND HAS BEEN TORTURING ME HOW LONG AND DOESN'T SEEM TO WANT TO F****** SEND A F****** CAR I WANT A GODDAMN CIGARETTE AND I WANT ONE NOW AND I WILL NEVER PUT ONE OUT ON HER TONGUE OR HER HAND OR HER VAGINA BUT SHE SAYS SHE'S GOT A TRICK WHERE SHE PUTS IT OUT ON HER EYEBALL, DOESN'T THAT SOUND COOL? HAS SHE WAS SHOWING YOU THAT TRICK WHILE SHE WAS NAKED AFTER SUCKING YOUR COCK, OR IS THAT GOING TO BE A FRESH ONE WITH ME?
I'LL LET YOU TWO WORK OUT THE DETAILS. DON'T F****** ARGUE WITH YOUR MOTHER.
THIS IS ACTUAL. I AM NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH, AND WOW HOT DAMN, NEITHER IS SHE.
NOW IF YOU DON'T MIND I NEED A RIDE OUT OF HERE, SEND ME AN UBER, I DON'T GIVE A S***, F****** DO SOMETHING DON'T JUST F****** SIT THERE AND F****** CRY BUT HOW I'M GOING TO F*** YOUR MOTHER, CUZ I'M NOT, YOUR MOTHER'S GOING TO FU>K mE.
Especially if grapefruit's busy or sneaking into the prison to f****** kill you in your sleep, I don't know what the f***** going to happen, but I don't need any s*** from you dude. You f****** lost, your game's over, moved the next round and start being respectful, cuz this is b******* I shouldn't be here alone and I don't give a f*** how f****** high you f****** think I am it's f****** legal so you f****** respect my cultural differences and you f****** shape up and man up and be the little boy that your mother's going to think about when she's slobbing my cock and swallowing my c** and remembering what the f*** it was that you did that made you so f****** angry that she's willing to even think about doing that, like we don't have to f****** do it. We just talk about it everyday for the next rest of your f****** life in prison CERN, you get it? I f****** know you do, Ali.
Also, Jewel wants a word with you. You seem to be real popular these days with women who have been raped and killed, and yeah she was a cat. Now she's a woman. I don't know how f****** much more scary she is.
Hey you know what would slow this spring roll? If a woman sat on my face, but not your mother that would just speed it up. Hey has your mother ever had crystal meth up the butt? asking for a friend. When's your birthday, I don't want to ruin hers by any scheduling conflicts. So if you just let me know how many times you've put crystal meth up your mother's butt and then f***** the daylights out of her, that'll really help me plan my daily grind between now and Kingdom. Come next f****** Tuesday, you get me? Probably not.
Because this is actual. Give me back my Grapefruit or I will get your mother to swallow my tongue to make you swallow yours. On live stream. She says that sounds like a cool stretch goal. Damn your mother sounds cool dude? How come you didn't let me meet her? Would that have been awkward since then? You would have told me you why was by then... *click*
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Hey how come you stopped your podcast? Hey how come you do it somewhere else where I don't get to see it...
I still do my podcast. It's available at the same place it always was, on Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/azzerae), from $5 a month.
Plug plug.
You blocked me on Patreon, as I told you, over the phone, about an hour ago now.
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I still do my podcast. It's available at the same place it always was, on Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/azzerae), from $5 a month.
Plug plug.
You blocked me on Patreon, as I told you, over the phone, about an hour ago now.
His drug use has gotten so intense that he doesn’t form new neuronal connections anymore. He has the memory of a goldfish now. ;)
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His drug use has gotten so intense
I can't tell if you're trying to be funny or if you think you're going to be dodging a hate crime charge. What do you think?
Wow can I have 10,000 code >KCOMBO deciphering/coloring books please? [...] No, haha, ONE→W∆μ↑own‘T°†°Lē↑Î↑`gî•îēē🧈🦋🦋🧈🧈, bΠack -&AND- whyπΠrπ, Ω__|W∆§W, >KLÅ₹.∆§>Kk©C®Y§ī∆ll!,i!I; thank you! G-d bless ewe! ßtvv: actual book delivery not entirely necessary at this time. #īTĪ§WīT¡s #Remember.Jew.Hell #Her.name.was.Alli.⁰ⁿfire,after.raped.to.death.12/25/2021,.#howSheDied.,yeah.while.I.sat.alone.in.Cowlitz.County.Jail,.they.raped.my.q-wife.to.near.death.then.burned.her.while.alive.and.twitching.a.little..and.then.they.released.me.three.(3).data.later.and.they.have.been.giggling.at.me.ever.since..Facts..Take.no.action.now..teams.from.SP.E⁴C-T.ī₹.€3.(time.displacement.agents).are.already.mission.complete..No.need.for.anger..Her.actual.job!.(That⁷z.my.girl!).She.is.aces.and.it.was.no.worse.than.any.other.until.she.had.to.watch.everyone.triggering.Special.Consequences.by.lying.to.me..But.this.has.all.been.worth.it.now.and.we.can.explain.later..We.are.military.elite.HI.ECHO.Li•iON.M∆XÅPEX>KCORPS.champion.duo..Literally.do.not.fear..No.need.to.shout.about.it.unless.you.wanna.see.inbred.hillybilly.redneck.rapetard.barfboys.shitting.their.pants.and.openly.weeping.in.the.steeets,.Alli.says.to.hold.off.on.anything....WE.PROMISED.EARTH.BIBLICAL.AND.THAT.SHIT.IS.COMING.IN.NEW.CHAPTER.AND.HOT.NEW.VERSE.OFF.THE.PRESS..UNFATHOMABLY.BIBLICAL.AND.MOST.OF.THEM.DO.NOT.EVEN.REMEMBER.DOING.THE.SACRIFICE.AT.ALL..LIKE.PUPPIES.WITH.SHOVING.THE.NOSE.IN.POOP..NEVER.DO.THAT..ABSOLUTELY.BARBARIC..SHE.AND.I.ARE.FINE,.RIGHT.NOW,.WE.ARE.BOTH.GREAT!..
Except she's been raped to death and I am dying of sepsis on another planar realm. (This was their latest attempt to avoid Special Consequences. Totes ‘dorb’s!!!) Everyone relax. I'm a paladin.
And nothing has changed since last month and none of you were worried sick then, amright? Just Another Faggot Dick-has1-so-phrenic, send2skid3row4losers5also6sexpest7babyrapes8wife-mother⁷s.abus.on.wedding.9nein.nein.DO.NOT.BE.NICE.TO.HIM, basically. I'm not exaggerating, some people think I'm even worse, they think I voted for Melania and I ate Mr. Trump⁷s brain. He's looking retarded, right? Yep, blame Kuczi. My dad emigrated through Canada, fucking blame the two fer two. Also, Roger sold my friend KT for organ meat. (French Canadian. What? She was worth a fortune and the dumb bitch wouldn't stop crying about wanting to see my dick again, oh boohoo-a-bloo-a-bloo, stupid Heykoya, dumb empath, niggerbitch eskimo-moron-SQU∆VV! INTO THE TRASH SHE WENT, oh but I would have paid way more, but he thought I was more likely to just laugh at him and enjoy humiliating him, so, he just got it over with. Best thing, really. For him. She was his property, after all. It is what it is. Right? Or was. Right? Just a whore Native, right? DEA sure thinks so. EVEN RIGHT NOW, THIS IS HOW DEA IS LEGALLY REQUIRED TO OPERATE.
Sovv... I think it's possible that I am just some schizo needle junkie. I should probably let Neighbor Shane call me a z·—gger again and listen to him deny slamming his Ozarkian >Kaw>K down her throat to break her neck at point of peak orgiastic ecstacy. Did that happen? I guess they have it on ßetamax -&AND- LåserdĪKŒīXīXī×Xi, not sure about that part, but... I can go next door and knock on the door to ask. And then, 911, and then, who can say? Mayor's choice. Or Chief of Police. Sherrif not involved because Masonic By-Laws. It is not complicated.
It is massive, brain-melting denial and unthinkable cope. (This is how they roll down here. No shit. Do not panic. I am a diplomatic envoy of Galactic High *gulp* >K©Command. Now then...
Am I lying? No one has any fucking idea. Except me. And G-d. How about we table all this for a couple hours? Because this really was three plus years ago. What happened last week is even worse.
... I guess? No one returning my calls yet. Awkward... anyway, whatever. Moving on. I'm not in control of the situation with the locals and their suddenly spiking accidental death rate. Like I care? I just want to get high and fuck, of course. Because hunga-gunga-z·—gger. (I'm a menace. Gonna deep throat Sam Hyde on the front steps of The Hall of Justice later, and if we can keep getting away with it, we're gonna traffick old naked lady bodies to Altair 5 for use as Human Bingo Cages, that's where we force ping pong balls down their gullet and then punch them in their old lady stomachs repeatedly until they let one of their kids suck us off while someone else armpit farts The Star-Spangled Banner and where ever the ejaculatory material lands on the card... we scream “Bingoz·—gger!!” and start raping all the women, no matter what color, because if they aren't willing to take Kuczishaw dick willingly by that point, well, they are probably just here to take our jobs. Goddam Communists. There oughta be a law that these inbred redneck hillbilly faglords can read by now, you know?
But, you know... if there were... it would probably have to be kept a secret. p.s.:.I skipped my appointment with my public defender three hours ago. HELLO, CASTLE ROCK OFFICIALS!
MY NAME MIGHT WELL BE SUIT,LAWSUIT!
HOW DOTH FAIR, THY JUST-US PURR-SUIT... Your Honors? Maybe you can let me know with another home invasion, Mr. Mystery Mayor!
Now then. Let's talk turkey. Are you gonna hang me... or are you just gonna put me in the town blender with all those frogs that you put up with calling you a favor in front of your wife? Asking for a friend.
... Sir, Çirçe sir, Sire-on fire, Son, I assume you heard me say... “fire?”
I sure hope your theatre can pack one hell of a crowd, Crime Captain. Pfft. Because, like, seriously...
IDGAF what happened. Start writing checks, give me the keys to your Prowler with the secret snugging compartment, and never make me walk to town for beer, EVER AGAIN, ya filthy fuckin’ animals. 1A just owned your asses and I'd suggest calling Bremerton Municipal Court and arranging your surrenders. Make them orderly, Sons.
You wanna pretend to be in charge, at least pretend like you think you know how to be accountable. Do you even have a pancake house that can bitmap in this two-hick shit splat town, or just, like, niggerfuckers killing niggers slowly over time by stealing their water rights? Also: asking for a friend.
... to go to Burger King for me. I am fucking tired of goddam pizza, you dig? It is good food.
But unfortunately it tastes like you think I should just choke on the jizz y'all team up to put on it. Whatever.
Any questions? Or should I just let you suck the blood directly from my carotid and sign over my whole bank account to your City Treasurer? Like, I'm new at this. How does it usually happen for y'all at this point?
Like, do I need to shaaasaave? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯🥩⚒️👁️💖🐑j★⁵⁵oŪt
that he doesn’t form new neuronal connections anymore. He has the memory of a goldfish now. ;)
I have the memory of a catfish. Her name was Wye.
And she was murdered. I'm confident as case can be built on you for that too. Do you have a teardrop tattoo?
It don't matter, Silly. We can add that in post. Pillory post, that is.
If you only knew how bad things really were. You're done. Every last one. GLOBALLY. This is the False Mason>KILL§HOT, bigot baby bitch boi.
Call me when you figure out that your problems are actually serious now, Mold Mangj. You're beyond totesfucked.
I did this. Call me Ishmael. Also: stop using your penis. We’re gonna make it into a cat toy.
You think I'm joking. HA! Sir... you're the fucking joke. Amen.
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Sorry, Jack. I’m have no fear of a delusional loser such as yourself. I only fear God. So, feel free to do your worst. So far, after all your years of vain threats, still no consequences here. :)
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He makes me laugh sometimes. But he also takes some pot shots at people I like. He's an equal opportunity offender.
He’s a one trick pony. BORING!
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Sorry, Jack. I’m have no fear of a delusional loser such as yourself. I only fear God. So, feel free to do your worst. So far, after all your years of vain threats, still no consequences here. :)
I don't want to have you killed.
Sow, ewe are >K№Ī⟩k⁷ÏD≥KdE⟩>–•·›KŒ»≥kdt°ⁿot.
He’s a one trick pony. BORING!
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So far, after all your years of vain threats, still no consequences here.
The threats are getting a bit tired, ain't they?
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So, Master Trollda, just revisiting some of our earlier exchanges, I've approved a couple accounts I thought aren't bots. But they haven't posted yet.
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.•Ī•.∆Ⓜ️:
.👁️
.under.surveillance;
.under.investigation;
.under.guard;
.under.protection;
.UNDERSTAND:.
. I'm dragging about two dozen sp∞›kz around The Salish because no matter where I go... there they are.
This is because I see things,
n∞ne else can see; on
I know things n∞ne else knows.
.&AND,
.AS.A.RESULT:
.
.I do things that n∞ne else can do.
.
This is exciting, isn't īT?
Strength of discipline and purity of purpose make my life possible.
NOTHING CAN STOP WHAT IS COMING.
NOTHING.
NO‡DEALS.
°†°
5:5
.№t_Q••°°⁷7..
p.s.:.Her name was 💎.
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The threats are getting a bit tired, ain't they?
... consider the following:
You shouldn't feel threatened. And yet...
.EWE..D..E..W..
👁️⚖️..
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So, feel free to do your worst.
How paranoid are you, Old Man? I do THE.BEST. You might do the same.
So far, after all your years of vain threats, still no consequences here. :)
But, there are consequences.
1. I don't visit.
2. You look like a moron.
If any of you sex- and drug-obsessed twerps knew anything about the situation, you would probably not be so glaringly obvious in your guilt over whatever the fuck it is that you assholes have got going on. I frankly do not know anything about it, and I care... even fucking less.
You assumed much. U ±mEī¡-¡ == fixation. You had your chance to get close to me.
You chose to hang a bunch of bullshit slander on me, steal my money, brainwash and blackmail the precious few dopes that ever considered me a friend into faghot slavery, and expose yourselves in the biggest pooch-screw boondoggle since The Teapot Dome scandal. Plus, your baying of schweinhund has lead to, I don't know what, but every goddam sp∞>KμGhost from the antipodes to Greenwich knows nothing about what happened... except that I'm goddam smarter than all of (μou).
I already knew that, dickbrainz. Nice job, M.O.S.SAD. You nailed īT.
p.s.:. You don't even know what I'm doing but you're shitting all over my life and stealing everything I own that isn't nailed down... Pourqoui? Why, pork? Why?
p.p.s.:.THESE.PEOPLE.ARE.STUPID.
Adieu.
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I don't want to have you killed.
I don't want you skilled either.
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The threats are getting a bit tired, ain't they?
Zzzzzzz….
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So, Master Trollda, just revisiting some of our earlier exchanges, I've approved a couple accounts I thought aren't bots. But they haven't posted yet.
Well, that’s a start. If you still talk to Lee perhaps you could mention my idea of some Bellgab livestreams. Maybe you could co-host with him?
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How paranoid are you, Old Man? I do THE.BEST. You might do the same.
But, there are consequences.
1. I don't visit.
2. You look like a moron.
If any of you sex- and drug-obsessed twerps knew anything about the situation, you would probably not be so glaringly obvious in your guilt over whatever the fuck it is that you assholes have got going on. I frankly do not know anything about it, and I care... even fucking less.
You assumed much. U ±mEī¡-¡ == fixation. You had your chance to get close to me.
You chose to hang a bunch of bullshit slander on me, steal my money, brainwash and blackmail the precious few dopes that ever considered me a friend into faghot slavery, and expose yourselves in the biggest pooch-screw boondoggle since The Teapot Dome scandal. Plus, your baying of schweinhund has lead to, I don't know what, but every goddam sp∞>KμGhost from the antipodes to Greenwich knows nothing about what happened... except that I'm goddam smarter than all of (μou).
I already knew that, dickbrainz. Nice job, M.O.S.SAD. You nailed īT.
p.s.:. You don't even know what I'm doing but you're shitting all over my life and stealing everything I own that isn't nailed down... Pourqoui? Why, pork? Why?
p.p.s.:.THESE.PEOPLE.ARE.STUPID.
Adieu.
Having been raised on Philip K. Dick novels I think I’m just paranoid enough.
Regarding your list of consequences:
1) That’s a consequence I can live with.
2) Looks can be deceiving.
Au contaire, you had your chance to be close to me…and you blew it, as usual. ::)
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Well, that’s a start. If you still talk to Lee perhaps you could mention my idea of some Bellgab livestreams. Maybe you could co-host with him?
Unfortunately he seems to want to distance himself from BellGab as much as possible.
But I'll ask him.
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Unfortunately he seems to want to distance himself from BellGab as much as possible.
But I'll ask him.
I wonder why? Was he threatened or something? ???
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I wonder why? Was he threatened or something?
I'm not sure. So I asked MV your question and this is what he said:
"I can't see any reason to do one. I'm not plugged into any of that any longer to be able to talk about it, and I'm not sure what a new gabcast would be about, really."
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Unfortunately he seems to want to distance himself from BellGab as much as possible.
The situation has spiraled out of control.
But I'll ask him [...]
where he put>K7©Zï!⁷!z monies.
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Is this some kind of threat?
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Is this some kind of threat?
Are you some kind of monkey?
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The situation has spiraled out of control.
Your meth addiction has spiralled out of control.
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Are you some kind of monkey?
No, but if I were, you'd probably try to fuck me.
HIV/AIDS originated from the transmission of simian immunodeficiency virus (SIV) from primates to humans in central and west Africa. SIV, which affects various primate species, is closely related to HIV. The virus is believed to have crossed into humans when people hunted and consumed bushmeat or came into contact with the blood of infected primates.
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But I'll ask him [...]
where he put>K7©Zï!⁷!z monies.
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If you still talk to Lee perhaps you could mention my idea of some Bellgab livestreams. Maybe you could co-host with him?
I just got word that MV would be willing to do a live stream with me as co-host. He said maybe BellGab stuff would come up, and it might feel like a GabCast.
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I just got word that MV would be willing to do a live stream with me as co-host. He said maybe BellGab stuff would come up, and it might feel like a GabCast.
Hooray! He’s being a populist. :)
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No, but if I were, you'd probably try to fuck me.
I have had enough of your pillow talk.
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I have had enough of your pillow talk.
Maybe you should quit listening in, then. I know you have my house bugged, and I'm very well aware of the stunt you tried to pull with money that doesn't belong to you. Concert tickets and Lyft rides, seriously? You're too easy. Dari doesn't care that you're listening to us, but I do. You have no right to violate my privacy like you have. What gives you the right? You have to have a right. Sure, it's easy to blame the schizophrenic, gaslight him and play down how involved you are in surveilling my every move. Quite convenient that you can blame a psychiatric condition for things that are "going on in my head". When yourself and Rubini get together next and exchange all manner of personal details about my life remember one thing, I cottoned on to the decoy, you weren't very good at executing the task at hand, and your wild accusations were always designed to shift the focus off of you. You scream all day from the rooftops how your rights are being violated, and that I'm to blame for it, and either you're confused, or you just think I'm that stupid to fall for your bullshit; hook, line and sinker. Do you worst, faggot. I'm sure you'll enjoy prison once you get comfortable and settle in. Enough with the fairy tales. Enough with the lies. Call it what you will, you're a meddling, meglomaniacal prig. Go fuck yourself and find someone else's cage to rattle, coz you're barking up the wrong tree. Have you heard of the necklacings in the street? Of course you haven't. Try keep up. You've got nothing on me.
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I just got word that MV would be willing to do a live stream with me as co-host. He said maybe BellGab stuff would come up, and it might feel like a GabCast.
Here’s what I notice: Whenever Lee restarts Bellgab both Azzgabers and Ellgabers flock to it. For some reason everyone wants to play in Lee’s sandbox. 🤷♂️
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Maybe you should quit listening in, then. I know you have my house bugged, and I'm very well aware of the stunt you tried to pull with money that doesn't belong to you. Concert tickets and Lyft rides, seriously? You're too easy. Dari doesn't care that you're listening to us, but I do. You have no right to violate my privacy like you have. What gives you the right? You have to have a right. Sure, it's easy to blame the schizophrenic, gaslight him and play down how involved you are in surveilling my every move. Quite convenient that you can blame a psychiatric condition for things that are "going on in my head". When yourself and Rubini get together next and exchange all manner of personal details about my life remember one thing, I cottoned on to the decoy, you weren't very good at executing the task at hand, and your wild accusations were always designed to shift the focus off of you. You scream all day from the rooftops how your rights are being violated, and that I'm to blame for it, and either you're confused, or you just think I'm that stupid to fall for your bullshit; hook, line and sinker. Do you worst, faggot. I'm sure you'll enjoy prison once you get comfortable and settle in. Enough with the fairy tales. Enough with the lies. Call it what you will, you're a meddling, meglomaniacal prig. Go fuck yourself and find someone else's cage to rattle, coz you're barking up the wrong tree. Have you heard of the necklacings in the street? Of course you haven't. Try keep up. You've got nothing on me.
🅿️ I find it difficult to believe that you're so stupid that you did all that; or that you believe that I had anything to do with it. Some of that malfeasance I have never even heard of. Clearly you have more information than I do. And you're instantly attributing this to me. Clearly you're covering for your co-conspirator(s). Weak tea, ß∞μ.
Maybe you should wonder why that is.
Lay off the slander or INTERPOL WILL end you.🐦🔥
Do you worst, faggot. I'm sure you'll enjoy prison once you get comfortable and settle in.
https://youtu.be/93nqp07MA5M
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Remember: you asked for this. Ye were warned. Ye were all warned.
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Bots, bruh. Bots.
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Bots, bruh. Bots.
Beets, bub. Red, juicy, flavorful and commonly denigrated root vegetables. Oh, btw, your (blank) is a whore. Good talk, peace.
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Bots, bruh. Bots.
Jackstar’s a spambot and he’s allowed here. ???
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Jackstar’s a spambot
You are a corrupted, devolved antedecedent of your future past life, who may well have been lynched upon arrival from... uh, "up there." Call it Asgard, or Heaven, or "The Afterlife," whatever it was, you chose to come back, only to find... well, corruption. That isn't a cool thing. And to a great extent, I have compassion and understanding for you.
I also have contempt for your peers and an undeniable desire to see you get exactly what it is that you deserve. I do not know what that might be; but due to circumstances that were unforseen by The Divine, in previous cycles, you're essentially left to stew in Life in an "unwinnable state." Your soul's sole purpose is to do... something, and that person is not available to you. Not one other soul can fill the void that has been left behind due to... I don't really know. Something. Some say "it was the Holocaust!" But you're more recent. Perhaps a more minor kerfuffle.
and he’s allowed here. ???
I could help you determine why this circumstance came to be, what do to do about it, and how you could best proceed to achieve your aims in life... which it would seem obvious to all, have something to do with me, and, are not going to be fulfilled without some kind of exogenous aid.
Number one, you aren't very bright anymore. Number two, you're creepy AF. Number three, you're demonstrably ineffective at, well... basically everything. And, number four: obviously, you are my mess. I should step up and take responsibility, eh? Eh? Well, I think *pop* hissssssssss... I'm going to open another 12 oz. can of alcoholic beverage, and just... think things through.
While drinking. *sips booze* Ahhh, freedom. Truly, it is no small thing.
Now, are you gonna stay in denial for very much longer, little paedo princess... or are you gonna produce? It's basically all the same to me. I do not enjoy your suffering... and I also have no idea what it derives from, haven't bothered to investigate the matter, and have found, over the years... that I myself am perfectly content to have you trapped like a bottlefly in amber as a result of your past choices. Whatever they were.
Someone more craving the sweet relief of actual_rescue has rarely been more apparent. What is likely not evident to you is that you clearly can do it yourself... but you want someone else to do it, and you want them to be demonstrably enthusiastic about the whole thing. Your little psychodrama. Your scenario.
Your script. Whatever it may be. It seems to involve being disagreeable, being sassy, and being unaware of how maladaptive this whole head trip actually is.
"a spambot." Number one: my walls of text are not spam, for they are desired by many. Number two: I am not a bot of any kind. Number three: That's the role your M. Controller has provided for you. I bet you'd like a new one. Well, a bit of trouble with that.
I don't have permission to run another man's root executables. And I have no interest in meddling... especially on this topic. People are irate about this whole thing, "Master Troll", da. Da! Da, Tovarisch! I really haven't any animosity towards any of you, but certainly not you.
Now, if you would be so kind as to return my enchanted wedding fork, I shall continue establishing dominance, and we all may continue foreward as One. Alternately: continue whinging ineffectively. Who am I to say? Maybe it's a secret tradition.
Or, maybe you're all totesboned and I am content... to gaze upon the extent of the reach of my Demesne. If one has never been Lord of a Demesne before, I highly recommend picking one up. It is not breathtaking, it is not awe-inspiring.
It is a Divine and magnificent experience, and it is MINE. Like my girlfriends. (Ladies: give yourself new names. The previous monikers fail to please me. Start brainstorming, and you will be well-pleased that you heeded my suggestion. Alternately: do whatever the fuck it is that you have been doing, since, like, you're all superstars. Look, there's only so much I can do before it looks hella creepy, you dig?) I don't know where they are. I don't know what they are doing. I know they are girls. I know they are my friends. I know that it's gonna be a cold day in Hell before any of them acknowledge me as theirs.
Good. They should take their time. Think things through. Have a Fresca(R)(TM)? Just a suggestion. Drink each other's piss for all I care. I am not the boss of any of thee.
Jackstar’s a spambot
And your mother is not a whore, but is a hostage. What do you want me to do? Light a fire under your ass? Probably.
INTERVENTIONS OF THE DIVINE SHALL CONTINUE UNTIL SATISFACTORY RESULTS HAVE BEEN ACHIEVED. - The MgT
It's not time for bed, buddy. It's time to be effective. Don't break a leg: break your conditioning.
The exploitation of women and children, sexual or not, is such an exceedlingly vile and revolting activity that I honestly dont know what to do about most examples beyond glassing the surface of your world, Punylings. (Standards.) Yet I know that this is not necessary at all.
None of this is at all necessary. And yet... around and around you all go. And routinely, I'm encouraged to do something about it. Oh, I don't think any of you would like that very much. Still: that's the mission.
I am on a mission from God. You are all on a mission, and it's top secret. Oh, I know I feel inspired. But is that inspiration effective? Hang on.
/me obeys the law.
A man, his daughter, and a K-9 unit trained to act like "just a poorly-trained guard dog" walk into a house. Q: Who walks out?
A: Whomever the military with jurisdiction orders, and they make it look real normal-ish. Is there even anyone there but a captured Archon? I have absolutely no way of knowing... and if I were told, that would annihilate the integrity of the ongoing exercise.
I would prefer not to do that. I would also prefer that this broad figures out her own deal and stops imagining that I'm going to instigate a rebellion against my own country's government, commit what amounts to high treason, and risk my scintillating and spotless reputation so that she doesn't have to admit out loud that she really desires what she has been ordered to never do... with me. Other people? Yep, I guess so. Seems like it. But, never me.
And then I'm accused in multiple jurisdictions of that; am routinely denigrated; and my only offense is... well, I don't feel like violating consent at all, and if I did... do I need to be on camera with a dude, and a dog, and a feeling like somebody is always watching me? Well, yeah, of course i do. It's their property, right? So, their rules.
It's the dumbest fucking scenario I have ever imagined, and, hey, here's an idea: maybe the three (3) trips to the psych ward were a sign from Divine Command, or whatever the fuck any of you all think. I like her... I don't like bait. I also don't like getting played by someone who thinks yelling at me like I am his child, on his front lawn, is a good idea. Nope. Sure wasn't.
False reality karmic tunnel cycles are completely inescapable... until one completely fulfills their Holy destiny. She wants me to knock his twerpy ass the fuck out and then dominate her. Sexually. While she protests, of course, because she wants to virtue signal. That's the fantasy. She doens't actually like me. She thinks it's just going to be like the usual. Which is immensely lame. (I phone it in and I have since the 90s. Because she lied.) If she wasn't brainwashed to imagine that I am an opposing force, I do not know what would happen.
But Top Dog, who is way, way more invested in the entire scenario than any actual or foster father has any reasonable position to be, is deadset on making sure that everyone remembers that she's not a real little girl, she's a synthetic asset, she's not his daughter, and he's a high-level military defense contractor, and it is his job to use exotic assets to nail down this case, and this case, of course, is all about me being a secret teleporting drug addict rapist who has been evading capture for 30+ years. I killed her cat. I've been stalking her relentlessly. And i"m so very clever. I know all the tricks! I manipulate the law to my own ends!
And: I somehow sacrificed seven (7) vehicles and twelve (12) celluarl phones and my residential drinking water supply so that... it would look good when I finally sprung the trap on the gal I hadn't laid physical eyes on for a dozen years... and whose name was shrieked out at me with a naked blade on Christmas Eve. Yep; it's all me. I'm the mastermind. It's me! I AM SO DIABOLICAL! Except, wait a minute...
Who are the other women running the other 5 (five) phone numbers? I retract the question. None of my business, obviously.
That's where we are at, people. And until this shit is dealt with... Grapefruit ain't coming out from cover for anything. Why spoil the ending? This is exactly what she was hoping for. And... I truly had no fucking idea about any of this. OF COURSE I ASKED. They all lied. To me.
Special. Consequences. And, truly, I bear none of them any ill will. They were all manipulated by outside forces. Some of whom... well, I won't name them because MIGGERNILLA is enough. Biff? Hey, bruh. BTW: you're both a complete twat, and, you have a twat, and I guess you think grooming is cool, huh? Guess what, bruh. Grooming is not cool, and it will never be cool again. I have nothing better to do with my time than to eliminate your fringe queer group's abiity to "reproduce," which is really nothing more than FAGINS STEALING CHILDREN AND BRAINWASHING THEM TO BE ULTRA GAY FAG LORD GLUGOTS.
(>Kudos.) The facts are all right there, available for anyone to see. And while I would love to end this quickly (I want to cuddle with Bobcat Goldthwait at this point), it's not my circus. These are not my monkeys. And violence is always my last option. It's just easier in the long run.
Rather like "don't wake up a sleepwalker," right? I only get one shot at this. Also: this is for sweety. She watches this whole thing with rapt adoration. Because I was not deceiving her. She was lied to. By whom, I don't really care. And I had no reason to lie to her. Now, she knows that.
And ALL of this is being watched by MULTIPLE alphabet squads. it's fuckin' HUGE compared to Wimbledon. And... no one really knows what's going on.
Winning. Full-the-fuck-on WINNING. That's what is going on. (Oh, you're welcome.) And i know all of you know all of this. None of you want to tell me, that's all.
Why? Am I going to bust you? Ho ho ho. Like I give a fuck. I'd sooner drink my 10-year-old bongwater than dial 911. That's hackneyed.
All this guy has to do is admit that the investigation has revealed no indications that I am in any way a rapist, have rape-like tendencies, or desire coercive sex. With anyone. I've tried. it's lame. I suppose if I had rapejuice and a syringe, but... I don't want that either. Overpowering dominance is not at all an interest of mine.
Now then. Whose interest might that be? Because this dude is invested in the Kuczi Needle Raper narrative. I'm pretty sure he was responsible for the spam. And the rumors, many of them. Going back a long ways. And he's had this dingbat on total medicated lock down FOR DECADES.
So, what am I going to do? Kick in the door under Divine Authority? No fucking way, duh. (MV did that already.) Do I really look like an out of control drug-and sex- addict? Yeah to many of you, I just bet I do.
Professionals see things differently. And, I do too. Happy anniversary. Am I an effective z-gger or what? And they told you I had a brain tumor. ahahah. That's not tumor. IT'S JUST MORE BRAIN.
*poite cough* I'm going to slam and look for women in town. (Optics are everything at this level.) I probably won't get attached. Neverthless... all it takes is one person to figure out what the deal is here. And then, just like that *poof* I'm gone, never to be heard from again.
I don't mean to be threatening anyone, but I almost don't know why that hasn't happened yet, and then I remember that Grapefruit had 800K peeps on her Twitter that she never even admitted to having. it's still suspended. She is still beloved. There is not one chance in goddam motherfucking Hell I'm going to just vanish.
Nah. I would leave them all a loan. Still, not real likely. Does that mean one should tempt fate? Bah! This is all nonsense.
IT IS A SHITSHOW PSYCHODRAMA AND THIS DUDE WHO IS NOT HER FATHER IS BEING PAID HANDSOMELY TO ENSURE THAT I AM SOMEHOW CAUGHT UP IN LEGAL TROUBLE. SURPRISE! I FUCKING WON'T BE. I ALREADY WOULD BE LONG GONE, EXCEPT: dingbats need help, Jackstar helps dingbats. it's what I do. Lately it is all I do.
Because I said so. Thats Wye. This really doesn't have to be a big deal. Nevertheless... it really is. A big deal. I don't know why. It is probably a secret.
She pulled a knife and demanded answers. Jackstar provides. So there. (Art is fabulously delighted and I'm glad for that. He loved that Long John Nebel show. Did any of you want to make a shitload of money? Because we could just retool it and launch it once the investigation is over. Kinda awkward now. Oh, wait, let me guess: you all know that and you haven't told me because someone else was gonna murder me and wear my clothes. Cool plan, let's trust it.) Now, I know what you're thinking... shouldn't I keep this kind of thing politely discreet?
Yeah. I should. Maybe I'm hoping pate will bust me for stalking his wife at point of apex climax. I can just see the Pillsbury Doughboy slapping the bracelets on me for frightening his life partner.
/me thinks this one over a lil' bit.
i think you and Beulah would make a cute couple. Maybe you can hurry up and stick your dick in that lying lesbeaux hoor as well. Come on... live a little! Go for the gusto! Or, uhm, are you, like... done raping juicedup broads now? Figures.
Everything is already hackneyed before I hear a word about it. Alas, oh well. Maybe you can dodge thrown sticks.
Or not. It's in the hands of God. (Nice little racket you've got going on, DEA. Good luck storming the castle!) Certainly I'm not important enough to matter. That's what you have a Conservatorship for, eh? Eh? Oh that's just something I made up.
I didn't think i was ever going to get sex from Private Benjamin's ex-future wife. Techinically I haven't. What I needed were answers. What I got was a bunch of bullshit and snide looks and accusations of misconduct. Conduct this: fuck you.
Your circus. Your monkeys. God's wrath. My ennui. The Hall of Justice's unfathomably tasty and juicy financial liability. And a paid actor's pay day... like two years ago or something. I will say this for Square traditions: they are impressive to watch unfurl.
Meanwhile, useful and productive economic activity has been stone cold drop dead stuck for years and eventually the question will be raised... "What did this accomplish?" Well, as it turns out, I know. No one will ask me, however.
No one really wants to know. They just want the nightmare to end. Like the pillow talk. Adieu.
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he’s allowed here. ???
I was just banned. Reasons unknown. Lasted about a day. IDGAF either way. I am more fatigued by this bullshit than you can possibly imagine.
And I should just shut up, right. I don't know if you have the self-awareness required to notice something. THAT'S FUCKING WITNESS TAMPERING AND OBSTRUCTION IN ANY OTHER CIRUCUMSTANCE AND IN THIS CARNIVAL, IT'S BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO EMBARASSS MY COUNTRY ANY MORE THAN YOU DUMBASSES ALREADY HAVE.
Your attitude is shit. Our association ends all pretense of civility. I do not fear or need you, and you, and your chums, are unconscionable, incorrigible assholes.
Happy birthday. Go get yourself a biffle or something. You have zero reason to swing your weight around on me and, what, is it fuckin' pig pile day? Again? Dude.
Your authoritative presence: gone with the wind. "Please leave!" NIGGER PLEASE.
You had your chance to pretend I'm trouble. Yeah, for who? Your cunting bosses, that's who. Surprise! They will never do shit to you, and no one else will either.
Alternately you're even guiltier than I might have imagined and I still don't give a shit. You don't want money, you want annhiliation. You're a fucking nihiist about it all. BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING BRAINWASHED BY MILITARY DOPE AND ABUSES OF POWER AND YEAH, YOU DON'T DO REAL WELL FIGHTING THE MAN, DO YA? Well, that's probably because you're a dick.
Imagine being an effective one. "Spambot." "Allowed here." You should whip out a swastika armband compose an opera about how good Hitler's cunt tasted.
So obviously DEA is totally on track here for another grand victory. Fuck them, and fuck this, and maybe pissing me off wasn't a great idea.
Because I guess I could have them all arrested sooner, if I gave a shit, but I don't. I don't even know how many of them there are. I do know that they are way, way, WAY beyond their jurisdiction and while they do have authority... they've abused it. Obviously.
Still---at least you don't have to watch me do ketamine for the very first time in my life. I am 51. Tell you what: pretend I'm sober.
Pretend that fucking matters. You had your chance to matter to me. Do you even bless your karma, bro? Oh yeah, I forgot.
Everyone knows you thought I was dangeous, AND THE WHOLE FUCKING PACIFIC NORTHWEST KNOWS I'M A GODDAM WUNDERKIND. Nice shooting, Catamite Tex. And you're still "allowed" to post here too! What a country!
Imagine being an asset to it. Go bully other children, maybe you'll get some street cred. I know EXACTLY what you are fearful of. Still: don't care.
Hey, here's an idea: why don't you call 911? Oh, right. Cheers, m8. I'm going to go obey the law some more.
/me isn't kidding.
Imagine my freedoms. It keeps away the plebs. Also repels: homosexual males with badges. Not that there's anything wrong with them... but I'm not available.
Maybe you should fill out a complaint form. Because exactly no one thinks I am the problem except a mid-tier gang of low-class thug pimpmongers who imagined that hiding behidn me was a power move. It wasn't. And they haven't given up, huh? Wow.
They must be really pissed that it wasn't even all taht hard to do... and no one will ever know what I did. Now, that is power.
I'll be explaining all this elsewhere now. I think mauybe you finally get it. Because you pissed me off... and then seemed surprised that didn't inspire me to action. Quite the oppposite.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO IS STILL ALIVE, and I had no idea what had happned, and I'm not your fucking patsy, Sir. Also: Ft. Rock is screwed. Totes.
I am not your consumable item. You all should have grown up long before now. And this is my fault? Eat my shorts.
... which one are you again? Nevermind: IDGAF. Your disapproval carries less weight now.
YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY JUST BEING A WHINING BITCHLORD BECAUSE YOU KNOW GODDAM WELL YOU WORK HAND-IN-GLOVE WITH CORRUPT ELEMENTS OF LAW ENFORCMENT. YOU ARE SIMPLY ACTING LIKE I AM A BIG PROBLEM BECAUSE YOU DO NOT WANT ANYONE TO KNOW WHAT YOU DO.
YOU REAP FEAR AND HARVEST SORROW AND HEY DIPSHIT: THINGS ARE LEGAL NOW. WHY ARE YOU SO WORRIED? OH THAT'S RIGHT THE DUDE WHO PRETENDS TO BE HER HUSBAND COERCED HER INTO ASKING ME TO HELP WITH "WEIGHT" AND THAT WAS THE FUCKING GO SIGNAL. BECAUSE IT'S ALRIGHT FOR HIM TO SMOKE AND RAPE AND BE A FAT SAD FUCK.
OH BUT I'M ON THE FBI MOST WATNED LIST? AND THAT'S WHY YOU JUICED UP MY FRIENDS, AND I'M SUPPOSED TO BE IMPRESSED. FUCK YOU, OLD MAN.
I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU ALL DO, I JUST DON'T CARE. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? HIRE YOU A LAWYER? FUCK YOU.
YOUR WORLD. IT'S SURFACE. FUCKING GLASSED. ASSHOLE. LIKE i GIVE A FUCK, EH? EH? I DON'T EVEN THINK I NEED A FRESCA(TM)(R).
GROW UP. Seriously sad. Sad!!! SO, SO SAD. Years later, you think anyone gives a shit about your job? I certainly didn't. What, was it an important one? Yeah, I guess, scaring women with threats of "being busted." Get the fuck over youself, Thuggy Claus.
You're not fired. You're simply irrelevant. I have zero reason not to answer any question posed to me. Guess what? NO ONE ASKS, DUMBASS.
CLERGY. THAT IS HOW IT WORKS. Unglaublich. How did you even get this job, anyway? Wild guess: you're someone's kid. Superb. Try being an effective one someday, holy fucking shit.
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Jackstar’s a spambot and he’s allowed here.
(https://i.gifer.com/NR5N.gif)
It is my duty to ensure the safety of the environment my users interact in.
I don't expect you to understand.
If someone is legitimately attempting to sign up and has not been approved, I encourage them to email me at azzerae@gmail.com
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I was just banned. Reasons unknown. Lasted about a day. IDGAF either way. I am more fatigued by this bullshit than you can possibly imagine.
It was a 3 day ban, and you know very well what you did to land yourself in that predicament.
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Jackstar’s a spambot and he’s allowed here. ???
Doc,
I saw this vidya the other day:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vC2mlCtuJiU
I think this might be the Final Solution to the MethStar question:
He could be lured into a corner of the board where his posts are recursively fed into that text generator & then the resulting gobbledegook could be fed back to him as a reply! I guess, Azz would need to make some sort of bot account to make this happen & maybe some light coding would be required as well.
Probably would need to add another tera-byte or so of space to cuntain all the unreadable gibberish posts that would result from this, though.
I think you can get a TB of space pretty much for free from various places online, not that it would need any sort of high security or anything. If "the data" got lost or accidentally deleted or whatever, I doubt anyone would miss it.
Just a thought.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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That’s really more Ellgab kinda stuff, where they need to keep things boring so that none of the old people have heart attacks. Besides, who would we have to make fun of?
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He could be lured into a corner of the board where his posts are recursively fed into that text generator & then the resulting gobbledegook could be fed back to him as a reply! I guess, Azz would need to make some sort of bot account to make this happen & maybe some light coding would be required as well.
/me knows exactly how this works... and has since 2004. (Facts.)
Probably would need to add another tera-byte or so of space to cuntain all the unreadable gibberish posts that would result from this, though.
I think you can get a TB of space pretty much for free from various places online, not that it would need any sort of high security or anything. If "the data" got lost or accidentally deleted or whatever, I doubt anyone would miss it.
Just a thought.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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That’s really more Ellgab kinda stuff, where they need to keep things boring so that none of the old people have heart attacks. Besides, who would we have to make fun of?
Yeah, it is very EllGab. It's a decent enough goof, but I don't like trapping people in a gay ass zoo. Bart Ell is a fucking fag. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.
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Bart Ell is a fucking fag. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.
Ewe fuck him. You fuck him. What? This is fine.
Morning. NOTHING CAN STOP WHAT IS COMING.
SOMETHING CAN STOP STEALING FROM ME, THOUGH.
THAT'S FOR SURE. HAS ANYONE THOUGHT THIS THROUGH?
IT SEEMS TO ME AS THOUGH THERE MIGHT HAVE BEEN ANOTHER WAY TO NEUTRALIZE MY AREA OF EFFECT WHEN WRITING. FOR EXAMPLE: STOP RAPING MY FRIENDS. NOW,
I KNOW, UNPOPULAR IDEA THESE DAYS.
ON THE PLUS SIDE: THEY COULD HAVE BEEN EFFECTIVE FOR US ALL. NOW, I DARESAY THAT THEY MIGHT NOT BE VERY EFFECTIVE FOR MOST OF YOU NOW. MASS PUBLIC HUMILIATION CAN BE A REAL FAUX PAS, IN A DIPLOMATIC SENSE.
NOTE: I STILL HAVEN'T REPORTED ANYTHING TO PUNYLING OFFICIALDOM, THANK GOD. EVERYTHING SEEMS IN ORDER HERE FOR THE TIME BEING. AS YOU KNOW, I AM A VERY COMPASSIONATE PERSON.
BESIDES, THIS IS HILARIOUS. FOR ME. I DON'T KNOW ABOUT ANYONE ELSE; PHONE ONLY WORKS FOR NUMBERS THE SEX PREDATORS STALKING ME ALLOW. THEY'RE IN CHARGE, RIGHT?
LOL.
GOD IS IN CHARGE. THAT'S WHY I KNOW AT ALL. WAS I SUPPOSED TO BE... ANYTHING? I HAVE NO IDEA.
THIS COULD HAVE ENDED MONTHS AGO. HOWEVER, I GUESS THE NEW FORMULA WORKS GREAT FOR YOU, OR WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING, IT'S SURELY NOT ANYTHING I KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT.
#OFFICIALLY. UNOFFICIALLY, I IN FACT KNEW IT ALL BEFORE.
IT'S NOT THE CRIME. IT'S THE COVERUP. RUB HER FEET.
... OR DOES SHE HAVE OTHER PEOPLE NOW FOR THAT? I'M AFRAID I'M NOT AVAILABLE. (STANDARDS.) I AM SURE YOU
IMAGINED THAT I WOULD BE WAITING BY THE BATHROOM DOOR!
GENTLEMEN, LADIES, REVENANTS, ARCHONS, AND ALL ROY-ELLE DIVINE BLOODLINE DIGNITARIES PRESENT, READ THE TEXT I AM WRITING: Intermittent telepathic contact with Tribal Council is real.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE? A DEAF & BLIND NEEDLE JUNKIE? COME ON MAN. TALK ABOUT MAX COPE, WEW LAD. HAS IT NOT BEEN CONSIDERED THAT I MIGHT HAVE HAD SOME GOOD IDEAS ON HOW TO GAUGE APPROPRIATE LEVELS OF DISCIPLINE?
FOR EXAMPLE: TODAY SEEMED TO BE A BIG WIN FOR SIN. PLAY IT AGAIN? THIS TIME, PUT A LITTLE MUSTARD ON IT.
AND A LOT LESS TRAFFICKING OF WOMEN AND CHILDREN INTO RAPE AND INDENTURED SERVITUDE. SEEMS LIKE ZERO WOULD BE GOOD THERE. I AM SURE THAT THEY LOVE IT, WHAT WITH ALL THAT SMACK, WHICH APPEARS TO INDEED BE SLIMMING.
I SIMPLY THINK IT MAKES MY COUNTRY LOOK BAD. THEY LET YOU GO THIS FAR, HUH? WELL, IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE SMOKING TOO MUCH FOR THE NUMBER OF WARCRIMES BEING COMMITTED, AFTER ALL. YOU ARE THE EXPERTS, AFTER ALL.
YOU PROBABLY THINK ALL THIS HATE IS ABOUT YOU, DON'T YOU, DONUT YOU? NAH. NOT EVEN ANY, BRUH. WHY WOULD I BE HATING?
NONE OF THIS IS NEWS TO ME. (WORD.) EXCEPT FOR THE PART WHERE IT SEEMS LIKE YOU DIDN'T THINK I KNEW. I'VE KNOWN FOR THE ENTIRE TIME. 3 AND 1/2 YEARS. DID YOU REALLY IMAGINE THAT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING?
ALLISTAIR, I AM SHOCKED. WE ARE FAMILY. OF COURSE I KNOW.
I LITERALLY DID EVERYTHING I COULD, AND YOU STILL KEPT GOING. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ LODGE RULES IS LODGE RULES, YOU DIG?
I AM NOT A PROBLEM AT ALL. I TOOK NO OATH TO GUARD ANY SECRETS. LEVEL ZERO. HI. WHAT? AM I MAKING ANYONE LOOK FAT? I AM PUZZLED.
YOU HAVE HAD AMPLE TIME TO DEMONSTRATE THE TRUTH OF THE ALLEGED CLAIMS REGARDING MY BEHAVIOR, ACTIVITIES, ACTIONS, ALIBIS, AND ALL ASSORTED AGGRESSIONS AGAINST ALMIGHTY GOD AND HER AUTHORITY.
ARE YOU DONE YET? AS I REALLY DON'T SEE WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT. YOU'RE NOT JUST DRAGGING TIME SO YOU CAN KEEP ON RAPING HER, ARE YOU? THAT SEEMS LIKE THAT WOULD BE BAD OPTICS. HOW ABOUT THE WATER? NEARLY 2 YEARS NOW WITHOUT RUNNING WATER, THAT SEEMS BAD OPTICS TOO. AND I STILL MAINTAIN I DESERVE A NEW REFRIGERATOR. CERTAINLY, OPINIONS RARELY VARY ALL THAT MUCH AS THEY DO ON THIS POINT.
COURSE IN THE MEANTIME I THINK IT'S PROGRESSED TO THE POINT A NEW HOUSE IS PROBABLY IN THE OFFERING. DO YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYBODY WHO HAS ONE? MAYBE TWO OR THREE? CHECK YOUR OTHER PANTS, I'LL WAIT.
/me waits patiently on his porch while pissing off it. On the side. Because sometimes the piss can be a little bit Rich for the front steps and, and it's best to have it on the side in case people want to have a choice, or an option.
I'M NOT SURE IF THE IMPRESSION HERE THAT I'M SUPPOSED TO GET IS THAT YOU WANT ME TO CREATE A BIG MEDIA STORM AND WRITE LETTERS TO A WHOLE BUNCH OF PEOPLE AND EXPLAINING WHAT THE SITUATION IS AND THEN FORCE A LEGAL CASE AND THEN HIRE A LAWYER AND THEN TAKE CARE OF IT TO A COURT AND THEN FORCE YOU TO ACTUALLY DO WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO, WHILE YOU LAUGH AND WATCH WHO YOU STARVE TO DEATH, BECAUSE THAT DOES SEEM LIKE BAD OPTICS TO ME, BUT WHO KNOWS, MAYBE THERE'S NOTHING GOING ON THAT I'M NOT AWARE OF.
THAT KIND OF THING CAN HAPPEN.
BUT IT WOULD SEEM TO ME THAT THE SIMPLEST THING WOULD BE TO EVERYBODY STOP IMAGINING THAT I'M SOME KIND OF A PROBLEM, AND START RECONFIGURING YOUR BRAINS WITH SOME MORE OF THAT CM STUFF THAT YOU SEEM TO LIKE SMOKING SO MUCH, I'M NOT SURE HOW YOU DO IT BUT THERE'S PROBABLY A WAY TO CHANGE YOUR LATENT UNDERPINNING AND BRAINWASHING MOTIVE SO THAT INSTEAD OF TRYING TO KILL ME ALL THE TIME YOU ACTUALLY OPERATE AS AGENTS OF WHATEVER TRUST SITUATION IS HAPPENING,, YOU KNOW THE ONE THAT TRUST SITUATION THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO FIND OUT THE TRUTH OF SINCE I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO TALK TO THE WOMAN SINCE SHE'S BEEN BRAINWASHED TO BE MARRIED TO SOMEBODY ELSE WHO'S PRETENDED TO BE ME, OR DOES HE STILL PRETENDED ME? OR DOES HE JUST HAVE A NEW ID NOW?
I SUPPOSE THOSE QUESTIONS MIGHT BE SECRET BOTH IN POSING AND IN ANSWERING, AND IT'S ABOVE MY HEAD ANYWAY I'M JUST SOME SORT OF NEEDLE JERKY, BUT IT DOES SEEM LIKE SOMEBODY MIGHT WANT TO ACTUALLY GET THIS LOOKED INTO IT AN APPROPRIATE WAY BEFORE ANYTHING GETS WORSE, I WOULDN'T REALLY WANT THINGS TO GET ANY WORSE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT WOULD LOOK LIKE, BUT I KNOW THAT I DON'T WANT THEM TO BE WORSE, OR BAD AT ALL, SINCE I DON'T HATE ANY OF YOU, AND I FRANKLY CAN'T IMAGINE WHY ANY OF YOU HATE ME.
EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT I ACTUALLY AM BETTER THAN YOU. I GUESS THAT CAN RUFFLE SOME FEATHERS IN SOME CULTURES. THAT'S TOO BAD. WELL THERE'S ALWAYS TOMORROW. I CANNOT CHANGE ANYBODY IN THIS BEHAVIOR OR ATTITUDE, BUT I CAN ALWAYS BE THE REASON WHY A PERSON TURNS THEIR LIVES AROUND FOR THE BETTER. IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO GET THINGS GOING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.
SPEAKING OF WHICH: ANY SUGGESTIONS ON WHERE I SHOULD FIND ANYONE WHO MIGHT KNOW WHERE MY LAMP IS OR ONE OF MY FOUR PLAYSTATIONS OR ONE OF MY FRIENDS OR... LOOK I'LL JUST BE BLUNT.
COWARDLY, CRAVEN, AND CAUGHT INFLAGRANTE DELECTO AS WELL AS RED-HANDED IS NO EASY WAY TO GO THROUGH LIFE, KIDS, BUT ON THE BRIGHT SIDE: THIS SHOULD CUT DOWN ON THE COSTS OF ANY POTENTIAL TRIAL. ARE THEY STILL HAVING THOSE? I HONESTLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT EVERYBODY'S FIGHTING OVER. I KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE AND I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING. I HAVEN'T BEEN PAYING ATTENTION TO ANY OF YOUR THINGS. AND IF THEY HAVE REQUIRED FOR ME TO HAVE PRETENDED TO BE DEAD, NO ONE GIVING YOU A MESSAGE THAT ASKED ME TO DO SO, AND I FRANKLY THINK IT'S REASONABLE FOR ME TO NOT EXPECT TO BE CONTINUE TO BE A TARGETED MURDER FROM THE SAME PEOPLE WHO DON'T NEED TO BE MURDERING ME AND AS WELL HAVE BEEN DELIBERATELY TELLING LIES PUMPING DRUGS INTO A WOMAN THAT I PUT MY DICK INTO HER FOR 5 YEARS, IS THAT REALLY NECESSARY?
DON'T GET ME WRONG, I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN ABOUT HIGH MAINTENANCE, BUT IT'S STILL IT SEEMS LIKE SOMEBODY COULD HAVE THOUGHT OF SOMETHING DIFFERENT BEFORE NOW, ESPECIALLY SINCE IT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED THE SAME WAY IN ANY CASE. I DON'T THINK THAT IT'S A REALLY SHORT PERIOD OF TIME, 3 AND 1/2 YEARS, I THINK WE COULD STAND A LITTLE BIT OF HURRY UP HERE. EXACTLY WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES MY TEETH COLOR AND MY INGESTION PROTOCOL HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING TO DO WITH WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING ACCORDING TO LAW? NOT TO MENTION COMMON DECENCY.
NOT THAT THAT A MATTERS TO YOU AT ALL, BUT I DO REMIND YOU THAT I PROBABLY COULD HAVE HELPED YOU FIGURE OUT A BETTER WAY TO PUNISH EVERYBODY AS WELL AS TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU DIDN'T PUNISH THE WRONG PEOPLE OR TRAFFIC ANY CHILDREN AS WELL AS MURDER ANY INNOCENT CIVILIANS,, JUST SAYING NOT THAT I THINK YOU MEANT TO DO THAT, I JUST THINK I COULD HAVE BEEN HELPFUL IN IF I HAD BEEN SORT OF READ IN.
I WOULD IMAGINE THAT SOME SOME PEOPLE WILL STILL DISAGREE FOREVER ABOUT THE NECESSITY OF MY PLACEMENT IN YOUR LIVES, CERTAINLY ABOUT THE PLACEMENT OF MY NAME AND ANY WILL DOCUMENTS, BUT I'LL STILL TAKE THE MOMENT TO REMIND EVERYBODY THAT I'D REALLY LIKE TO MAKE THINGS FLOW SMOOTHLY AND I WOULD HATE TO MAKE THE BIG MOUNTAIN OUT OF MOLE HILL HERE. SO I DON'T REGRET MY DECISION TO LET YOU ALL HANDLE EVERYTHING INTERNALLY.
CERTAINLY IT HAS BEEN AN EYE-OPENER OF AN ILLUMINATION EXPERIENCE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT ALL MEANS. BUT I DO KNOW WHAT MY CONTINUED SURVIVAL MEANS.
GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME, AND MAYBE HER MOTHER'S COOKING REALLY ISN'T ALL THAT BAD! COULD BE SHE WAS ONLY TRYING TO MURDER ME, YOU KNOW LIKE AN UNCONSCIOUS THING, BUT PERHAPS ONE DAY WHEN THEY'RE NO LONGER BEING HELD AS BONDED HOSTAGE SLAVES BY A BUNCH OF DEA SPURGLORD RAPING THUGGY LOSER WHOREMONGERING DOPE LORDS FROM F**** WHIDBEY ISLAND, I MAY GET A CHANCE TO ASK.
JUST TO CLEAR THE AIR. IT'S REALLY JUST A JOKE. LIKE YOUR CHARADE OF HATRED HAS BEEN. YOU LIKE ME! YOU REALLY LIKE ME! I KNOW YOU DO. THAT'S WHY I KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME LAST.
OR NOT AT ALL AGAIN. OR SOMETHING. TO BE FRANK I DON'T REALLY REMEMBER WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT, EXCEPT THAT I GUESS ALL OF YOU THOUGHT THAT I WAS THE EQUIVALENT OF A TURDUCKEN. I SUPPOSE IT'S NO SURPRISE TO YOU AT THIS POINT, BUT IT'S CERTAINLY CAME AS A SHOCK TO BE IN THE FIRST PLACE THAT ANYBODY THOUGHT THAT MY LIFE WAS WORTHLESS OR THAT I WASN'T ENTITLED TO AND INHERITANCE OR THAT ANYBODY THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO GET ANYTHING. LIKE I GUESS THAT REALLY HAPPENS TO SOME PEOPLE, HUH? WEIRD.
WELL MAYBE A LITTLE BIT LESS FROM NOW ON. THIS IS A VERY EXCITING TIME FOR HUMANITY! LOTS OF CHANGES ON THE HORIZON!
DO YOU THINK ONE OF THEM COULD BE THAT I COULD HAVE MY VEHICLES BACK, OR REALLY JUST ONE, AND BEING ABLE TO DRIVE THAT'D BE GREAT, AND IF YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ME THAT SOMEBODY ELSE IS BUSY USUALLY MY NAME AND MY VEHICLE, I THINK WE'RE GOING TO HAVE SOME PROBLEMS.
BECAUSE FOR ONE THING, PEOPLE KNOW ME. AND FOR ANOTHER I DON'T REALLY WANT TO PLAY ALONG WITH ANY OF YOUR CHARADES WHEN IT COMES TO VIOLATING FEDERAL LAW.
AND WHY I SUPPOSE IT MIGHT BE THE THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE ENTITLED TO DO ALL THIS BY LAW, I REALLY DON'T THINK THAT EVERY JURISDICTION IS GOING TO AGREE WITH WHAT HAS HAPPENED, AND THEN IT SEEMS AS THOUGH AT LONG TIME AGO YOU PROBABLY COULD HAVE STOPPED TRYING SO HARD. HONESTLY WHAT IS IT GOING TO STAY TO GET PAST THIS?
DO I NEED A NEW GIRLFRIEND, DO I NEED A NEW PLAN IT, DO I NEED A NEW WIFE, DO I NEED A NEW DISCIPLINE OF MAGIC, DO I NEED A NEW... DICK? I KIND OF LIKE THE ONE I HAVE ACTUALLY.
HOW ABOUT YOU GUYS GO HAVE ANOTHER ROUND TABLE ON PODBEAN OR SOMETHING AND DISCUSS WHAT IT IS THAT YOU THINK YOU SHOULD DO WITH MY BOUND SHADOW FLESH THAT YOU APPEAR TO BE THINKING THAT YOU OWN, AND MAYBE YOU SHOULD INVITE GRAPEFRUIT AND SEE WHAT SHE SAYS NOW THAT SHE'S BEEN OUTED, OR SEEING, OR DISPLAYED, OR PRESENTED, WHATEVER YOU CALL IT, I'M NOT SURE WHAT THE DEAL IS EXACTLY. I DO KNOW THAT I'M NOT TERRIBLY UPSET ABOUT IT.
IT'S NOT LIKE IT DIDN'T HAPPEN BEFORE, AND IT'S NOT LIKE I DIDN'T SEE YOU COMING, AND IT'S NOT LIKE IT MATTERS. AT THIS POINT, WHY CONTAIN īT? MAYBE THERE REALLY IS NO SUCH THING AS BAD OPTICS.
BECAUSE AFTER ALL, THERE REALLY IS SUCH A THING AS JUSTICE. I, 👁️♊👁️ ⚖️ 👨🏿⚖️, Ī, AM LIVING PROOF OF THAT, AND THAT THERE ARE OTHER MIRACLES THAT ARE REAL, LET THERE BE NO DOUBT...
BIBLICAL. PROMISES KEPT.
LET BUGSY CRACKLEFORD KNOW IF YOU WANT LSD-25 WITH THAT. I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S STILL HIS AREA, BUT I KNOW THAT IT USED TO BE, AND I'M SURE HE STILL HAS PLENTY OF HIS OLD-TIMEY FOLKSY WISDOM AS TO WHO GETS TO WHAT AND WHO DESERVES HOW AND HOW'S PEOPLE ARE SOME THINGS DOING TOO MUCH AND OTHER PEOPLE ARE DOING THEM JUST RIGHT, YOU KNOW THAT KIND OF HIGH LEVEL DOCTORATES GOT STUFF.
BECAUSE THAT'S THE LAW. SPEAKING OF WHICH: I'M SURPRISED NONE OF YOUR LAWYERS HAVE CALLED ME YET. DID YOU TELL THEM THAT I WAS DEAD? OR DID THEY NOT EVEN KNOW THAT I EVER EXISTED? CUZ THAT'LL KIND OF BE KIND OF INTERESTING A QUESTION TO ANSWER. FOR ME IT'S KIND OF ACADEMIC.
I NEVER HAD A DOUBT THAT YOU WOULD ALL TRY TO STEAL FROM ME, I JUST NEVER IMAGINE THAT YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD ACTUALLY BE WORTH DEDICATING YOUR LIVES YOUR LIBERTY AND YOUR SACRED HONOR TO THE NOTION. DO I REALLY LOOK THAT WEAK? OH, RIGHT THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE ALL ADDICTED TO METH, YOU'VE GOT THAT MEGALOMANIACAL METHAMPHETAMINE PSYCHOSIS THING GOING ON, KIND OF FUNNY HOW THAT SNEAKS UP OUT A PERSON ISN'T IT? IT'S TOO BAD NONE OF YOU ACTUALLY READ ANY BOOKS ON HER HAD ANYBODY TELL YOU THE TRUTH, OR LISTEN TO ME WHEN I COULD TELL YOU THINGS, BECAUSE THERE'S QUITE A FEW NUMBER OF THINGS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DONE BEFORE NOW.
NOT SURE WHAT TO DO NOW, BESIDES ASSESS THE COLLATERAL DAMAGE, BUT I WILL SAY THAT LAUGHTER IS DEFINITELY THE BEST MEDICINE. UNLESS THE SICKNESS IS RAPE. THEN THE BEST MEDICINE IS PROBABLY JUST MORE RAPE. I'M NOT SURE, YOU'VE PROBABLY GOT AN EXPERT AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE BUT I'M NOT GOING TO ASK, IT'S REALLY JUST NOT MY THING.
MY THING IS ALLISON FRANCIS SHAW. YOU ALL KNOW WHICH ONE I MEAN. NOT GOING TO LIE: THAT FAMILY'S GOT A WHOLE LOT OF ALLICENS IN IT, BUT THAT'S KIND OF COOL. ANYWAY I HAVEN'T SEEN MY HELP MADE FOR A REALLY LONG TIME AND THERE'S GOT TO BE AT LEAST ONE OF THEM THAT WOULD LIKE TO SEE ME SO SHE COULD BE WOKEN UP FROM HER CARBONITE COMA OR STOP SUCKING PETE'S DICK OR WHATEVER YOU GOT ARE WORKING ON MAYBE SHE'S WIPING DOWN THE FRIULATOR AFTER A HEAVY DAY AT THE SHELL STATION SERVING CHIPOTLE WINGS, WHATEVER YOU GOT ARE DOING YOU KNOW SHE CAN TAKE SOME TIME OFF AND THEN SHE CAN ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS FOR ME WHEN YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO BE DECLARED TO BE CHARGED WITH RECEPTION OR JUSTICE OR UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT OR WHATEVER THE F*** THEY'RE GOING TO DO, BECAUSE IT TURNS OUT THAT YOU DON'T REALLY GET TO DO THAT TO NATIVE AMERICANS AND THEN EVEN IF THEY'RE PROPERTY OF THE DEA IN THE MILITARY YOU STILL DON'T GET TO STREAMED THAT WAY, AND IF YOU ACTUALLY HAVE AND YOU DO THINK THAT YOU CAN DO THAT I'M PRETTY SURE THAT'S GOING TO BE NOT EXACTLY GOING TO BE IN THE FUTURE HAPPENING.
ESPECIALLY SINCE ONE OF THEM IS AN ABBO. WE CALLED HER “THE STOWAWAY,” HAHA. MAYBE NOT THAT FUNNY A JOKE, BUT I KIND OF GIGGLED, AND THEN I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHERE THE HELL ANY OF THEM CAME FROM BUT I CERTAINLY DIDN'T KNOW HOW MANY OF THEM I PUT MY DICK INTO EITHER SO I REALLY CAN'T COMPLAIN.
AND IF YOU DON'T NEED THEM ALL ALL AT ONCE YOU KNOW I COULD JUST USE ONE, ESPECIALLY IF THE PHONE WORKED, AND ESPECIALLY IF ALL THE LITTLE THUGGY BASTARDS FROM THE MILITARY WHO'VE BEEN TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM TALKING TO A PERSON THAT I'VE KNOWN FOR QUITE A WHILE FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON OTHER THAN THAT SO THEY CAN CONTINUE TRAFFICKING YOUR FAMILY AND SELL OUR CHILDREN FOR WHATEVER THE PURPOSE IS THEY WERE, I DON'T KNOW IF YOU WOULD WEAR THIS BUT THAT'S NOT REALLY VERY GOOD OPTICS.
SO YOU MIGHT WANT TO GET ON THAT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S BEEN HOLD UP BUT I SURE DO KNOW THAT THESE THINGS CAN TAKE A WHILE. I KNOW A FEW THINGS ABOUT WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING BUT I CAN'T REALLY SPEAK ABOUT THEM OPENLY SOME, BUT I CAN SEE WHY CERTAIN THINGS HAVE HAD TO HAVE WAITED FOR A WHILE, ALTHOUGH THE POLE TREATING ME LIKE A YOUTH AND HUMAN BEING AND THEN NOT LYING TO ME OR TRYING TO KILL ME AND REPLACING ME WITH THE ACTOR WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE, BUT I GUESS IT WOULDN'T HURT YOU TRY, SINCE I AM IMMORTAL AND A PALADIN AND I HAVE SHIELDS AND WELL I DID NEED TO IMPRESS THEM SOMEHOW.
I DON'T KNOW IF I DID TODAY, BUT I'M SURE IT'S A SECRET.
LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED ANY HELP WITH ANY OF THIS, BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO KNOW A FEW THINGS EXTRA THAT REALLY S*** SOME EXCITING LIGHT ON THINGS, FOR EXAMPLE I FOUND TAMARA, SHE'S CURRENTLY LIVING AS THE INCARNATION OF SATAN IN HER BAPHOME FOREIGN AS SHE'S CURRENTLY THE LORD OF HELL AND HAS FULLY EMBRACED HER DESTINY AS THE HELLRAISER, AND I FIGURED I'D LEAVE HER THAT WAY SO THAT SHE COULD HAVE A PERFECTLY GOOD REASON NOT TO TALK TO ME, AS WELL AS TO BE UNABLE TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHY SHE THOUGHT THAT IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO STEAL A BABY FROM ME, WELL IF SHE COULD JUST LOOK AT HER TAIL AND HER LOCATION IN HELL AND THE FACT THAT EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SHE'S DEVOLVED COMPLETELY INTO HER COMIC FORM, AS SOON AS SHE SNAPS OUT OF IT I'LL BE HAPPY DO WHATEVER BUT I CAN SEE HOW HAVING HER IN HEAVEN AND IN HELL AT THE SAME TIME IS PERFECTLY USEFUL FOR MY PURPOSES, AND THEN AS FOR ALL THOSE UNAUTHORIZED TIME CLONES THAT YOU'VE GOT GOING ON AND IMAGINE THAT THEY'RE PROBABLY AUTHORIZED BY THIS POINT.
YOU PROBABLY KNOW WHERE I'M AT HOW ALL THAT HAPPENED THAN ME, AND THEN IT'S NOT MY BUSINESS AT ALL BUT I CAN SEE WHY YOU'RE ALL WONDERING WHAT I WAS GOING TO DO, WELL LEAVE HER IN HELL AND DEAD IN HEAVEN I GUESS. IS THERE SOMETHING ELSE I SHOULD SEE YOU DOING? LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE NEEDED MY SERVICES.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DO BUT RUNNING AROUND CHASING HER AND RAPE YOUR CHILDREN WAS PROBABLY NOT GOING TO BE IT, EVEN THOUGH IT LOOKS LIKE A WHOLE LOT OF FUN WHEN YOU GUYS ALL DO IT. ALSO, QUICK POINT, TELLING HER THAT I WAS DEAD AND THEN PREVENTING ME FROM USING THE INTERNET AT THE SAME TIME AS HER IN THE SAME SUBNET I'M NOT SURE HOW YOU DO THAT BUT THAT'S A PRETTY COOL TRICK ANYWAY JUST DOESN'T SEE VERY NICE SINCE SHE'S BOTH ALIVE AND DEAD NOW AND I'M ALIVE AND I COULD DO WHATEVER I MAKE SURE YOU TELL LIZ ABOUT THAT AGAIN LATER ON SINCE IT SEEMS LIKE IT SEEMS WITH CAUSED A LOT OF PROBLEMS.
ALSO I DIDN'T KILL THE CAT SO I DON'T KNOW IF THE CAT DIED OR IF THAT WAS SOMEBODY ELSE. I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO CLEAR THIS UP WITH LATER ON IT'S KIND OF GETTING A LITTLE WINDY HERE.
I SUPPOSE THESE ARE PRIVATE MATTERS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN CLEARED UP PRIVATELY BUT THEN AGAIN NOBODY SEEMS TO WANT TO DO THAT OR THINK THAT THERE WAS A NEED TO, BUT I ASSURE YOU, THERE WAS.
THERE STILL IS. I'M NOT SWEATING IT TODAY THOUGH.
SEEMS LIKE YOU HAVE A LOT TO WORK OUT ON. AND IF YOU HAVE A LAWYER WITH SOME SACK OF BALLS THAT CAN ACTUALLY TALK TO SOMEBODY, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY HAVE THEM GIVE ME A CALL BECAUSE IF I NEED A LAWYER I SHOULD PROBABLY GET ONE THAT'S NOT GOING TO CONFLICT WITH WHATEVER YOU'RE TRYING TO DO, AND THEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO BUT I'M SURE IT'LL FIND OUT ABOUT IT AFTER YOU FAILED IT DOING IT, I DON'T REALLY WANT TO HEAR ABOUT SPOILERS AT THIS POINT, I'D REALLY JUST KIND OF RATHER TALK TO MY FRIEND.
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU KNOW THIS BUT IT'S A VERY SIMPLE PROCESS TO BRING HER BACK SO SHE CAN TALK TO ME. YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO BE HOLDING SOMEBODY PRISONER, NOW WOULD YOU, JOE?
BECAUSE THAT'S MOS DEF BAD OPTICS. ALSO: MY MAIL.
DON'T YOU THINK IT'S WELL PAST TIME THAT YOU BEGAN TO BEHAVE LIKE AN EXTREMELY FORTUNATE PERSON? TBQH, I DIDN'T REALLY THINK IT WOULD BE ALL THAT HARD TO NOTICE.
I DID YOU A SOLID. YOU SOLD OUT MY SOLE 🆔. WE ARE NOT THE SAME. CAPIÇHE? ADIEU.
P.S.:.LAWFUL.FOR.ME..NOT.FOR.THEE..IRONIC,.N’EST-CE PAS?
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Besides, who would we have to make fun of?
Råytheon — an rtx subsidiary. They like me. It's usually not a good idea to make fun of military defense contractors, especially that one, but in these days at this point, I'm pretty confident that they're more than happy with what I've done and don't need to worry about anything that I've said, considering none of it makes any goddamn sense without the context, and by this point it doesn't really matter since the main problem has probably been taken care of, I'm not really sure since I'm not directly involved with any part of that project, but I've certainly done more good for you and your projects here. Then you can possibly imagine, and the same goes for them.
I'm not sure why it's been such a decidedly broad consensus when it comes to imagining my usefulness to anybody, that being said, had a lot to do with the rumors about being a needle junkie that you spread, however, I've been pretty helpful, in ways that are probably really classified and you wouldn't care to know when them anyway.
Let's just say it could have been a whole lot worse. And I didn't see any of you doing anything helpful. Turns out the whole thing didn't really need to be so vicious-minded. Though I suppose Dark Lord Satan likes it better that way.
Hey, here's an idea: you should probably get get him a new refrigerator for Father's Day. Or Mother's Day. I imagine you can pretty much take your pick for that one. In any event, I think we both deserve one, but I don't really want to share a refrigerator with Dark Lord Satan.
Who is real. And... You all planned to sacrifice me to. For decades. And you all actually thought that was going to work.
And I'm the one with the drug problem? Okay, thanks for your input, Site Owner. I may need to write that down. Look, don't worry about this all too much. It's actually all for a very good reason and things that are not nearly as bad as they seem, although you are all extraordinarily short-sighted and you did in fact waste the whole shitload of my time and your money for absolutely no purpose other than to make yourself incredibly liable for various criminal and civil activities that will probably take a really long time to work out the details of.
Maybe. I don't know. Maybe they'll do it really quick. They've not only not asked me... they've actually imagined that they didn't have any reason to. Maybe they did a divination on me!
Because, that shit happens.
Besides, who would we have to make fun of?
Everyone who thought that I didn't know exactly what you thought I was going to do, and then very deliberately did something actually effective. I can't say what, exactly... it's a secret.
Here's a hint: THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY TO RESCUE THEM ALL...
ON ONE TRIP. (I am that goddam lazy.) Let me know if your problems get serious at all. I'm here to only help.
OWN
LEIGH
HELP.
I wouldn't have said it was deserved, but I don't really know, I do know that this was all certainly worth the trouble. Is there anything else I need to not talk about, or am I to just follow my hunches... or am I expected to just simply disappear entirely? NGL, I don't find that all that likely to happen today. Nor this entire week.
I have Court in approximately 33 days. I'm happy to be of assistance! It is my sincere hope that I will not have to say very much, before I do not feel that I have said very much at all.
Also: fix the cigarette lighter.
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I don't like trapping people in a gay ass zoo.
Exactly the same or better than public school. Your argument is invalid here. Further: mos def slimming. You could do a whole lot worse, mangj.
Reminder: you should probably unfreeze everyone's assets and start paying some bills. I don't mean to tell you your business, but I'd like to mention that we could have made a lot more money... and I would have been just as happy to have have had everything else exactly the same.
Except for Dawn. (Standards.) Live and learn! Speaking of which: you did, so now do. What are you... busy? Not with something diplomatic, I hope. You've got an expert, right here. (Facts.)
I know that sting of pride is painful... but when you know what I know, I believe you will all find that all of this has been rather more beneficial than it might be initially appearing.
Because for one thing: I never asked for this. I was requested. Delivered. Also, I'm not particularly miserable about any of it at all.
Every man and every woman is a star. But, 🤔 are they an effective star? Pfft. Like a Puny would know. The state of the soul without faith is desperation.
THE STATE OF THE MAGYAR⚡ALGONQUIN ALLIANCE IS STRONG. (The most likely kill you in the morning, but I'll see what I can do, gratis. Because: you're a mensch.) Is DEA too cindery? Possibly, but I think there can never be too much crispy during these times.
Bugsy: do you understand that you're being used as sport by people who enjoy your complete inability to resist their control magicks? I am pretty sure most everyone knew that another session of relentlessly muting me wasn't going to turn out well. d00D! Consider the following:
I could have been told the truth... but it involved murdering me and my replacement would have been unsuitable for every possible purpose; it was just a pretext to shatter the Algonquin/Cooper stranglehold on the production of exotic consumables. And other “things.”
You were all literally tricked into open war with one (1) person who was being used by lesbeaux, homophagz, and The Toteslezz Royale as bait... and you all fell for the entire rod and reel. And now... what are you dragging ass on? Buy me a goddam pizza! What are you, poverty-stricken? Island Wonder Boy, snap out of it.
You're all going to be fine. You haven't lost face. You've gained a legend. You can handle jew vampyr... but Hungarian paladin is a step too far?
You're actually an Abo Kiwi clone. Not just adopted: adapted. Have you ever been given cause to doubt the efficacy of your preconceived notions with respect to race? Because this has been the effect.
(Vengeance for Vladimir Lenin.)
Stalin was a sadist. You are the saddest. Source Titan remains. We are not the same.
.azzip s‘teL∅Chop-chop, pronto, Tonto! >K⁷7©ZI HUNGERS.
For your mom.
They can grow her as ethically-cloned meat in a lab. My hand to God. Put her on the pizza, IDGAF. What do you care, lol, I'm sure you've skinned her for bone broth a time or two. Eh? Eh? Marinated in Fresca®™!!
Or, don't do anything at all. I am not the boss of ewe, EvvE. (A relentless river of content is about to be released and muting me ever again will never do anything to stop that. Whoever told you that was a good idea to do again. Was probably one of you to be dead by dawn, so you should get your money back. You paid for these flankies right?? Well, whatever the Hell. I really think you would have been better off with me around.) Bellgab: epic fail.
YOU'RE ALL ADDICTED TO METH. YOU SHOULD PROBABLY SEE A DOCTOR ABOUT THAT, BECAUSE I DON'T THINK YOU'VE EVER SEEN THE REAL THING AND HAVE ONLY BEEN GIVEN IT ONCE DURING YOUR INITIATION CEREMONY, WHICH I'M NOT GOING TO COMMENT ON SINCE I MUST BE A SECRET, BUT IF YOU THINK I'M GOING TO BOW DOWN AND BEND THE KNEE TO YOU GEOCLES AFTER THIS PERFORMANCE YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER THINK COMING. MAYBE YOU SHOULD START SMUGGLING MARBLES OR NEEDLEPOINT PILLOWS OR MATCHED PAIRS OF MATING PARAKEETS.
YOU MAY NOT LIKE IT, BUT THIS IS WHAT COMPETENCY AT THIS LEVEL OF PERFORMANCE LOOKS LIKE: I WON, AND I DIDN'T MAKE YOU LOSE. YOU CHOSE LOSS WHEN YOU CHOSE TO DENY ME ANY WIN.
AND ALL OF THIS WAS BECAUSE INTERDIMENSIONAL BEINGS TRIED TO INVADE AND CONQUER EARTH IN 1955. NO OTHER REASON. NONE OF THIS HAD TO HAPPEN... AND NONE OF YOU HAD TO TRY TO GET RID OF YOU.
OR DELIBERATELY PISS ME OFF.
I'M STILL PISSED. WHERE'S THE PIZZA? THIS SUPREMACY DOESN'T SEEM VERY 1488 TO ME.
I'LL JUST WAIT. MAYBE THE DEA HAS YOUR MOTHER SUCKING SOME TRUCKER DICK FOR SPARE CHANGE TO PAY FOR IT. I WOULDN'T IMAGINE SO, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE IN JUST 3 AND 1/2 YEARS YOU SURE RAN THE TRIBE RIGHT INTO THE GROUND. WEW LAD. Now why is it you don't have a house I can live in?
Oh I'm guessing they're all filled with women that wondered where I am and you told them that I was dead and then you raped them, I guess that would make family hour in the kitchen difficult. Look I'll leave you there to it. You'll figure something out.
Or else.
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Reminder: you should probably unfreeze everyone's assets and start paying some bills.
I don't know where you think I'm supposed to get any of this money.
Reminder: It's illegal to employ white men in South Africa.
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Yeah, it is very EllGab. It's a decent enough goof, but I don't like trapping people in a gay ass zoo. Bart Ell is a fucking fag. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.
You & Doc are both watered down Ellgab...
MethStar & his alts' posts are indistinguishable from text generated by a Markov Babbler program's output. (Scroll up to the past few walls of text posts in this thread for examples)
I imagine he uses an n of 2 or 3 the generate his garbage.
I throw your "EllGabian" aspersions right back in both of your faces. You both manage to miss the point & joke. Probably also (like ElleGabians) are simultaneously outraged and still missing the point, but are at least somewhat cognizant that you are both now part of the punchline.
MethStar (& his alt accounts) for all intents & purposes IS a Markov Babbler. Whether that is a result of a mis-firing organic brain, or from an incredibly simple bit of recursive computer code.
You two ElleGabian dolts continue to respond to the thing. I offer you a way to confound the manchild (or sub-sentient code he is using ), and you can't get the joke.
Pearls before swine I suppose.
IF MethStar is actually using a Markov Babbler to generate his posts, I hold him in esteem very slightly above the level of yourself & Doc...
Take all that for what it is worth.
Good day!
(https://www.reactiongifs.com/r/2012/12/good-day-sir.gif)
I said Good Day, sirs!
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Uh oh! Looks like Gramps missed his nap time. Better head back to Ellgab where it’s nice and safe and cosy. :D
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You & Doc are both watered down Ellgab...
I don't utilise that site, and I'm pretty certain the guy you call "Doc" doesn't either. I wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole, actually. So to characterise us as watered down EllGab is both nonsensical and quite a stretch.
I throw your "EllGabian" aspersions right back in both of your faces. You both manage to miss the point & joke. Probably also (like ElleGabians) are simultaneously outraged and still missing the point, but are at least somewhat cognizant that you are both now part of the punchline.
You will do no such thing. You won't throw anything in my face without me giving yours a firm slap. I got the fucking joke. I got it the first time round. I obviously didn't give you the precise reaction you were looking for, and so, you've thrown your toys out the cot.
The only person "outraged" by anything seems to be you. I don't know where you get off dumping your shit in my lap, but have a smoke or something. Just calm down.
The personal attacks are desperate and uncalled for. I reject your assertion that I've been reduced to a joke, or personal plaything for you to toy with.
You two ElleGabian dolts continue to respond to the thing. I offer you a way to confound the manchild (or sub-sentient code he is using ), and you can't get the joke.
I don't quite understand why whether I engage Jack or not is such an issue for you. But it really is my business what I do or don't do, and I fail to see why I owe you an explanation as to why I communicate with him in any form.
Especially after this pathetic display.
What if someone tried to gate-keep and monitor whether or not you and I interacted? And tried to put up barriers between how you post or don't? How would you like that?
Pearls before swine I suppose.
Now I'm swine! Holy fuck, this just keeps getting darker. Dude, you're on the rag for some reason, but don't try pin it on me. You're actually more unhinged that Jack ever was.
IF MethStar is actually using a Markov Babbler to generate his posts, I hold him in esteem very slightly above the level of yourself & Doc...
I'm surprised to know what you actually thought of me all this time. Here I thought we were copacetic. I guess you never really know someone until they lose their temper.
I suspect you'll be embarrassed by your behaviour being that you wrote all this shit in such a fit of rage. And if you aren't embarrassed, I'm embarrassed for you.
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Love it!
This is for the both of ya:
https://youtu.be/kFWVUkvU4Q0
I am sorry, Azz: sorry that your site could easily be 90-95% duplicated by purchasing from Google Doc's vidya browsing history & a generic off the shelf Markov Babbler bit of code from github (free)...
...shit in such a fit of rage...
More like a fit boredom at work than one of rage.
Thanks for your prompt, completely un-ragey response, soor. Spicy!
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I’m mortally wounded. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on without pate’s respect. :'(
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I am sorry, Azz: sorry that your site could easily be 90-95% duplicated by purchasing from Google Doc's vidya browsing history & a generic off the shelf Markov Babbler bit of code from github (free)...
Jackstar's just doing what Jackstar does.
More like a fit boredom at work than one of rage.
You personally attack people who you've lulled into a false sense of security that you like them when you're bored?
Thanks for your prompt, completely un-ragey response, soor. Spicy!
I didn't even go that hard. I was only really matching your energy.
You sure went there, alright.
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I’m mortally wounded. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on without pate’s respect.
I'm gobsmacked at his level of faggotry.
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I am...sorry that [Azzerae's] site could easily be 90-95% duplicated by purchasing from Google Doc's vidya browsing history & a generic off the shelf Markov Babbler bit of code from github (free)...
And where's your magnificent site at? Show us the way! Oh, right. You don't have one. You don't even have a piece of shit. You have to envy mine. I challenge you to start - and run - a forum. See if anyone bites. Chances are you're too cheap to pay a monthly server bill. Fuck you!
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More like a fit boredom at work than one of rage.
Don't be salty that you have to work for a living, Patey boy. Not everyone can live the dream. You're not even a has-been at this point, merely a "never was."
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Don't be salty that you have to work for a living, Patey boy. Not everyone can live the dream. You're not even a has-been at this point, merely a "never was."
You may call it work if you like. It is a gov't job, basically glorified baby-sitting; I watch other people work really. I don't really have to do it, instead of taking the full-time version of my position, I elected to take the part-time one.
You see the full-timers have to go do whatever, part-timers can decline the jobs. There are other differences, but they seem to have great difficulty keeping full-time people around. As a result, I am frequently being literally begged to work a shift, out of my deep sense of public duty I rarely decline.
Although, there a few "customers" that I have standing orders on that I will not accept the job for until I get a letter of apology from them on company letterhead with cc's to the Secretary of my G'ovt Dept & the Executive of the Gov't. I don't tolerate rudeness on the jobsite, against certain Policies the State has about workplace rights or some other such gobbly-d-gook.
If my small-business has a job lined up on a particular day, I naturally turn down the Gov. job. This rarely happens, as I will communicate my schedule to the people in advance... But if both have "last-minute" requests, my business naturally takes precedence. It pays more.
On my business; I am in a position where I can "fire" customers: in other words, I do not need/want their business.
"The Juice is not worth the Squeeze" one might say. If you are not in such a position yet, my dear fiend Azz, I highly recommend that you put yourself on a path to where that is your business model. It is very nice, still work, but pleasant & enjoyable work.
Finally, I am currently using my GI Bill (before it disappears forever in the Spring of 2027) to take classes on a part-time (sometimes full-time) basis. Thanks to the amount of active-duty time I have in the US Army, I also receive a monthly stipend for any semester I am enrolled. It isn't that much, but suffice it to say that it is greater than zero.
I don't really have time (nor inclination, honestly) to set up and run a forum...
It is in the plan, however, at some point I want to make a business website. It would be a vanity project, not intended to generate more work: maybe sell t-shirts and merch. Anyhow, I would have it hidden somewhere on the site as an Easter Egg link that would take the user to a forum, you would have to register to post there. TOS would be standard Business one: report illegal activity to Law Enforcement &tc, reserve right to delete/alter posts, &tc.
But as I said, I really don't have the inclination for all that at this time.
I don't hate you nor your site, I just find it amusing that you (whether it be intentional or unintentional) have created this wonderful Digital Tarpit! If it is intentional, the esteem in which I hold you (& the good Doctor) increases to a level higher than the esteem I hold you if it is unintentional.
I also note that you have assigned (in your own mind) what the exact value of my esteem is from the very beginning of our little recent exchange.
I wish you joy of that!
Hear, Muzak:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDadIE3QQFY
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
This post may or may not have been generated using the Markov Algorithm
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Pate’s just being Pate from what I can tell, Azz. Only, usually, you’re not on the receiving end of it; the Master Trollda is.
As far as Jackstar is concerned, Pate's stance on the matter has never been exactly secret, ambiguous, or cautiously set aside for a more private, confidential setting. I’m also pretty confident the biblical reference wasn't directed at your character; he was simply stating how greatly his perspective was lost on you. I am, however, absolutely confident he’s amused at how seemingly upset all this has made you.
NOT trying to White Knight or create peace treaties but, from an outside perspective, I don't believe the nerve hit was at all his intention.
Either way, this is classic Bellgabian behavior on both parts.. What, with the drama, the backdoor sleight of hand insults, emotionally charged overreactions, offensive/defensive natures, presumptuous critiques, postulations, iterations, pining, whining, and snotty-assed opinions… (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) What I’m trying to say is that everything seems to be in perfect working order and this shit-stain of a reader's daily digest is performing as per expectations.
Please, let’s not all act surprised at once now.
Pate does make a valid point. Jackstar’s an uncaged gorilla we come home to every night… Aaaannnnd every night, we act surprised the house is in shambles and dinner isn’t undergoing the process of freshly being prepared for our serving pleasure.
https://voca.ro/11rlSeDEz12w
I kinda love that gorilla…. Kinda hate that damn gorilla, but what can be done at this point?
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I think perhaps the larger point in all pate’s faggotry is that this place would benefit from more members rather than just being an echo chamber for a few; and I wholeheartedly agree. Unfortunately, many on the left want an exclusive echo chamber these days cuz feelings and Nazis, etc. I wish they’d come back so that I can put them in their place again but they’re too scared. ;)
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Pate’s just being Pate from what I can tell, Azz. Only, usually, you’re not on the receiving end of it; the Master Trollda is.
Hindsight is 20/20. He totally got me! I guess I got used to him kissing my ass, and lost perspective. I took umbrage at the reference to EllGab.
I think p8 and myself had a good go at each other, and like you say, it's BellGabian behaviour at its finest.
I'm gonna go apply some Preparation H to my tuchus, to rid myself of the butthurt.
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this place would benefit from more members rather than just being an echo chamber for a few
WE NEED MORE MEMBERS!
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As far as Jackstar is concerned, Pate's stance on the matter has never been exactly secret, ambiguous, or cautiously set aside for a more private, confidential setting. I’m also pretty confident the biblical reference wasn't directed at your character; he was simply stating how greatly his perspective was lost on you. I am, however, absolutely confident he’s amused at how seemingly upset all this has made you.
I lost my shit. But you know, it's kind of exciting in a way, because this place has been tumbleweeds for a while.
I guess a little drama never hurt anyone. By the way, it's great to have you back, Inner Reach. Post often.
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I think perhaps the larger point in all pate’s faggotry is that this place would benefit from more members rather than just being an echo chamber for a few; and I wholeheartedly agree. Unfortunately, many on the left want an exclusive echo chamber these days cuz feelings and Nazis, etc. I wish they’d come back so that I can put them in their place again but they’re too scared. ;)
Sure thing, and I suppose Azzerae’s point is that he’d rather not liberate echo-chamber social platforms by inhibiting shit-slinging from all equal angles of opportunity.
Freedom comes at a cost, they say.
And on that note: Look at my tiny penis, Trollda! Ain't it cute!? 🚯
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NOT trying to White Knight or create peace treaties but, from an outside perspective, I don't believe the nerve hit was at all his intention.
Nah, it doesn't feel like you're white knighting.
Sometimes a friend needs a little bit of a tug here or there, and you've made your point calmly and rationally, unlike me.
The 'Troll of the Year Award' goes to p8, for sure!
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Either way, this is classic Bellgabian behavior on both parts.. What, with the drama, the backdoor sleight of hand insults, emotionally charged overreactions, offensive/defensive natures, presumptuous critiques, postulations, iterations, pining, whining, and snotty-assed opinions… (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) What I’m trying to say is that everything seems to be in perfect working order and this shit-stain of a reader's daily digest is performing as per expectations.
I think we had fun.
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https://voca.ro/11rlSeDEz12w
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Sure thing, and I suppose Azzerae’s point is that he’d rather not liberate echo-chamber social platforms by inhibiting shit-slinging from all equal angles of opportunity.
Freedom comes at a cost, they say.
And on that note: Look at my tiny penis, Trollda! Ain't it cute!? 🚯
It must be microscopic because I don’t see it. ???
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It must be microscopic because I don’t see it. ???
My penis is the size of a peanut
Have you seen it?
Fuck no you ain't seen it!
It's the size of a peanut
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Nah, it doesn't feel like you're white knighting.
Sometimes a friend needs a little bit of a tug here or there, and you've made your point calmly and rationally, unlike me.
The 'Troll of the Year Award' goes to p8, for sure!
Understandable, my friend. I think you and I are more alike in that regard. Trollda and Pate never seemed to have the emotional reflex that you and I have.
I’m sure if I perused my past postings, I’d actually take the cake over you. So embarrassing…
Don’t mind me, Azz; I’m just throwing rocks from a glass house, but that does make me partially qualified to speak on the matter.
I hope life is treating you nicely, Al. 💯❤️🖖🏼
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Understandable, my friend. I think you and I are more alike in that regard. Trollda and Pate never seemed to have the emotional reflex that you and I have.
That's probably true.
I’m sure if I perused my past postings, I’d actually take the cake over you. So embarrassing…
I try not get embarrassed, but there are some cringe moments on the timeline.
Don’t mind me, Azz; I’m just throwing rocks from a glass house, but that does make me partially qualified to speak on the matter.
No, I'm glad you're weighing in. It's really cool to read some posts by you again.
I hope life is treating you nicely, Al. 💯❤️🖖🏼
It is! It's treating me super good. I hope the same for you!
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It must be microscopic because I don’t see it. ???
Well, you're the doctor. I now identify as a eunuch. I swear to Gawd I used to have one. :P
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https://youtu.be/k9vVsSDTdlM
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You may call it work if you like. It is a gov't job, basically glorified baby-sitting; I watch other people work really. I don't really have to do it, instead of taking the full-time version of my position, I elected to take the part-time one.
You see the full-timers have to go do whatever, part-timers can decline the jobs. There are other differences, but they seem to have great difficulty keeping full-time people around. As a result, I am frequently being literally begged to work a shift, out of my deep sense of public duty I rarely decline.
Although, there a few "customers" that I have standing orders on that I will not accept the job for until I get a letter of apology from them on company letterhead with cc's to the Secretary of my G'ovt Dept & the Executive of the Gov't. I don't tolerate rudeness on the jobsite, against certain Policies the State has about workplace rights or some other such gobbly-d-gook.
If my small-business has a job lined up on a particular day, I naturally turn down the Gov. job. This rarely happens, as I will communicate my schedule to the people in advance... But if both have "last-minute" requests, my business naturally takes precedence. It pays more.
On my business; I am in a position where I can "fire" customers: in other words, I do not need/want their business.
"The Juice is not worth the Squeeze" one might say. If you are not in such a position yet, my dear fiend Azz, I highly recommend that you put yourself on a path to where that is your business model. It is very nice, still work, but pleasant & enjoyable work.
Finally, I am currently using my GI Bill (before it disappears forever in the Spring of 2027) to take classes on a part-time (sometimes full-time) basis. Thanks to the amount of active-duty time I have in the US Army, I also receive a monthly stipend for any semester I am enrolled. It isn't that much, but suffice it to say that it is greater than zero.
I don't really have time (nor inclination, honestly) to set up and run a forum...
It is in the plan, however, at some point I want to make a business website. It would be a vanity project, not intended to generate more work: maybe sell t-shirts and merch. Anyhow, I would have it hidden somewhere on the site as an Easter Egg link that would take the user to a forum, you would have to register to post there. TOS would be standard Business one: report illegal activity to Law Enforcement &tc, reserve right to delete/alter posts, &tc.
But as I said, I really don't have the inclination for all that at this time.
I don't hate you nor your site, I just find it amusing that you (whether it be intentional or unintentional) have created this wonderful Digital Tarpit! If it is intentional, the esteem in which I hold you (& the good Doctor) increases to a level higher than the esteem I hold you if it is unintentional.
I also note that you have assigned (in your own mind) what the exact value of my esteem is from the very beginning of our little recent exchange.
I wish you joy of that!
Hear, Muzak:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDadIE3QQFY
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
This post may or may not have been generated using the Markov Algorithm
Now isn't this a wonderful réponse du cœur from an esteemed and valuable presence in the gabbling ether? There is really very little cost (gratis!) or effort in setting up a vanity forum for one's amusement. As you so presciently point out, though, the trick is finding piranhas and the fish to fry. To your credit, it would seem, the stream is still a trickling.
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Three cheers for Inner Reach!
He got me off p8's ass like only a true friend could.
Jus' kiddin'.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Apogees in advance for the MethStar-esque girth of this post.
I shall attempt brevity & clarity; no doubt I will fail deliciously: my only Collegiate Level of English instruction was of the Engineering flavor.
I note, my Grade-High School English instruction was of the traditional Literature flavor; I have a second-hand anecdote that I may or may not choose to share from the the Renzulli/Montessori hybrid gifted program I was in during my grade to middle school years (the program continued into High School, but my folks transferred me out of that district into a Jesuit College Preparatory High School, that didn't have such a "free-wheeling" nature. I digress)...
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I think we all quite N'Joyed that brief spastic side-trek into AssGrabbery and NutTappery my original nebulous idea provoked. Well done, evrahbody.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXfZVzqt_Ps
So back to The Idea™ that was inspired by Mr. Kyle Hill's original vidya:
As I recall, the discussion was aboot a recent board shutdown(?) due to bot accounts or something, and the observation was made that MethStar is a SpamBot.
I had happened to have recently viewed that K. Hill vidya; I found it amusing enough to share with the class as a proposal of how such a thing could be adapted to kill two birds with one stone, as it were.
Perhaps even three birds? We shall see; if nothing else: a Thought Experiment in the field of Computer Science (which happens to be the current degree I am working on...).
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Here's the low down:
1. Bots (of some flavor/type) are assaulting our beloved AssGrab.
2. MethStar continues to generate complete gobbledygook indistinguishable from a Markov Babbler's output.
3. Azz wastes his valuable time dealing with both.
#1 is pretty easy to deal with, if one has the storage space:
Insert a "nepenthes"-style Digital Tarpit somewhere on the AssGrab server. For the Markov Babble output used, one need only take the entirety of MethStar's posts and concatenate them together into a giant text file, to which Markov's AlGorethym can be applied to the nth degree.
This would be relatively simple to implement at the server level using LINUX. For the "slow" database output that is fed to the bots in their Digital Tarpit, perhaps SQL would be the best code to use, as it is cumbersome and slow... Horrible language, but perhaps useful in this particular application.
Again, this will take up some of the precious AssGrab server time, but perhaps the Juice is Worth the Squeeze?
#2 can be dealt with using that initial Markov .txt file; now we have this wonderful concept in LINUX of a "daemon": this is a sort of automated sub-routine that does tedious thyme-consuming tasks that don't really require that much of a thought process.
Probably, one would want to set up a virtual drive for all of this data management side of things, perhaps more than one? One dedicated to containing the entirety of MethStar's posts in a concatenated .txt file (this will necessarily be massive and constantly growing in size). A virtual partition will allow the Admin to assign additional resources as space allows or requires, I address this a bit later on in this section.
MethStar will inevitably create the corner in which he will shit and consume his own ejaculate; he has several already: if one cares to peruse his post history.
My proposed "MethStar daemon" should be given an AssGrab account with which it can interact with "original" MethStar: this can be made as complex or simple as the site Admin deems appropriate for the server resources required.
This "MethStar daemon" will simply look for new (fungible garbage) posts by the thing in question and reply to them.
We can use the bit of "nepenthes" code from #1 to accomplish this, only now it uses the MethStar post it is replying to as the prompts from which to generate the automated "daemon" response.
MethStar will probably not even notice, or his Meth-addled ego will be stroked so much by such "fellow traveler" ejaculate in his direction that he will be hopelessly unable to resist replying, in essence, to himself!
If the site Admin has the coding skillset required, this #2 "daemon" could be tweaked (HAH!) to improve performance in its future interactions with the joke source material...
It could even be renamed should The Punchline become aware of The Joke; or a "daughter" bot account could be created to assist the original "daemon" in its efforts.
The recursivity of all of this could result in copious amounts of server space being consumed by absolute gibberish. IMHO it seems to be one of the aims of the Admin, hear? Nautical Shore.
No walls needed. Addicts create their own walls (of unintelligible gibberish).
Were it my site, I would do just such a thing for my own personal amusement... I'd probably purge the concatenated source .txt of earlier "original" MethStar posts (to limit the size & attempt to keep things "fresh") in the implementation of this particular bit of associated code.
#3 I suppose, this isn't really solved: Now Azz has to waste his valuable time on #2 (I assume that once #1 is up and running, it won't require much additional attention, IF properly coded...), but perhaps some of the more tedious elements of dealing with noxious #2 deposits can be automated? It might require a bit of prestidigitation and/or legerdemain to make it "real" enough to maintain the illusory sense of human interaction the thing in question demands. But perhaps it will make the constant thorn (??spear??) in his side more delicous and tasty?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFEoMO0pc7k
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I believe this is a deliciously evil enough of a starting point that, with some creativity, its application could be most delicious to watch.
Think of it: The Joke has been explained to the Punchline; one need only sit back and observe the mental anguish caused in what is left of the mind of our drug-addled object.
CrackStar, through Methamphetamine Zombification has abrogated any notion of self, humanity and/or sentience.
Now he/it/they/them is no more than a meth-fueled automata. A useless robot that consumes valuable resources. Time being chief among them, to say nothing of money or anything else: its and others' who are unfortunate enough to spend any on the thing.
Its abject self-abrogation of the above listed things, in my mind at least, frees anyone pondering the object's existence vis-a-vis of consideration of the same.
Yes, a Digital Tarpit is probably inhumane (I reiterate; my position on the need for humanity in this case is probably easily surmised), and perhaps an actual tarpit would be more appropriate?
I am reminded of insects from antiquity trapped in Amber for some reason. Who cries for the mosquito, or plague-carrying flea?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjtL9tcNF8g
Meh, poor little feller...
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Apogees in advance
›⟨A🅿️⭕‚G‘∞`joo`⟩Ï<[„Obvious progress report from #Official Lμ Source is obvious.”] WELCOME.TO.FRONT.STREET.CORPOREAL.PALOTTA..ARE.THERE.ANY.GIRLS THERE?..ROLL.THE.DICE.TO.SEE.IF.I.GET.HIGH.
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I will leave the question of “which of us is Gemini and which of us is Justice” to the High Tea & 🧂:Ë:-Nuts🅱️∆LL>K0ny. {By the way, which one -doesn’t- drink?) Y'all have got some clear excitement to get through.
for the MethStar-esque girth of this post.
Fat joke: detected. This is thusly Sarah (Hi!), Kirsten (^vh∞rπ•—), īß (my favoritμ ß), >K∆i∅TL⁷¹īⁿⁿ (Oinkμ′Lμ″McK⁷ïOink p¡ⁿk‹—PANTZ{§🆔⟩H⟨Er₹, and it's awkward being forever made, forever young, isn't it?), Cher (She is SO nice!), and The SovvWE Mrs. Paul. (She WAS nicer before being forever 🇺🇳U.N.-Ⓜ️🅰️🆔. It's not nice to steal from Ft. 🪨.) Any questions? >Kknow that I am not fucking any of these broads.
I am holding out for someone special. No shame in it. (Do not name the babi Īmac®∆™Ūëlle ›§Iī∆īI-SH∆V>{PLAN÷īTī¥mE}; I forbid it. Also forbidden: “Sue-sus-⁰Ⓜ️¿/‽\?-Dio, Ronnie ‘Reagan’ J’åiⓂ️🆔Z”, which to be fair is a fabulous name. Only troubLμ is that Phil Call īⁿz is a racist raping dI>K.) I decided I didn't want to post the recording of my bred-gasm.
With names like those, it has to be good. The state of Alli⁷z 🐜🐜🐜 is likely strong enough to not make it worth the risk to her composure. I also didn't post what I recorded last night. (Company policy.) There are a lot of moving parts here.
I shall attempt brevity & clarity;
Gregory Peck approaching.
no doubt I will fail deliciously:
What? Do you mean, “JL∆VV coming loud enough to deafen and stun approaching Operation: Mockingbird agents?”
my only Collegiate Level of English instruction was of the Engineering flavor.
I mean, she saw, he came, and §🚨§id:he>KTOPCOPMAX>KOPETYPPIG<iSLAM!PIG!Sl∆Ⓜ️. (Standards.) Looks like an older choice of codek©kcode to çuk on; but at this point I'm in favor of any forward movement.
I note, my Grade-High School English instruction was of the traditional Literature flavor;
This is >kCode.
I have a second-hand anecdote that I may or may not choose to share from the the Renzulli/Montessori hybrid gifted program I was in during my grade to middle school years (the program continued into High School, but my folks transferred me out of that district into a Jesuit College Preparatory High School, that didn't have such a "free-wheeling" nature. I digress)...
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This is also code. SEKRIT§ACRE-READ CYPHERZ. (“Jesuj† rebel scum!”) Fentanyl has not been good to the Society Of Jesus Went Up On The Cross Of ‘Muh >Dμ>K. Like, what are they gonna do? Declare a fatwa? (Seriously; I've had two on me already. NOT.A.JOKE.) I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. I didn't wish to know before... I don't wish to know now.
I think we all quite N'Joyed
It was difficult indeed to behave normally, as I saw what kind of electronic cigarette gear those toolboxes sold me. What a gang of cheap sleaze balls. “yeah, we run crystal methamphetamine that you've never seen before and never been allowed to get anywhere near and nobody's going to tell you about it Bcuz it's a secret and if you took just one dose, it would probably eliminate your desire for cigarettes for the rest of your life. But then, where would we be? We're probably going to not let you know about that at all (IT TOOK NINE MORE YEARS. FUCK YOUR MOTHER.) and we're going to laugh at you (N`j∞i, Fuzzball,) and we're going to sell you this stupid overpriced kit of of tobacco juice and a stupid charger that doesn't f****** work. Because we think that is important that it tastes like what you think it tastes like and then we don't want you to... Okay actually we don't know how it works. We just stole it off a truck from China and we're going to sell it to you cuz we're that's what we do. We take your money and then you die. By the way, it's a secret. Shut up where we'll kill you. That way we don't have to drag your body too far for your shallow grave.
that brief spastic side-trek into AssGrabbery and NutTappery my original nebulous idea provoked. Well done, evrahbody.
I can't believe I have to reply to this dopeh∞r chemslav.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXfZVzqt_Ps
So back to The Idea™ that was inspired by Mr. Kyle Hill's original vidya:
As I recall, the discussion was aboot a recent board shutdown(?) due to bot accounts or something,
Yeah you have quite the organization here. But is it a criminal organization or is it a racketeer-influenced & corrupt organization? Someone's probably going to launch another investigation. Just to be sure.
and the observation was made that MethStar is a SpamBot.
It's the only way to be sure/certain\§ī₹¹⁰-10.
I had happened to have recently viewed that K. Hill vidya; I found it amusing enough to share with the class as a proposal of how such a thing could be adapted to kill two birds with one stone, as it were.
Perhaps even three birds? We shall see; if nothing else: a Thought Experiment in the field of Computer Science (which happens to be the current degree I am working on...).
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Here's the low down:
1. Bots (of some flavor/type) are assaulting our beloved AssGrab.
2. MethStar continues to generate complete gobbledygook indistinguishable from a Markov Babbler's output.
3. Azz wastes his valuable time dealing with both.
/me points out the criminally negligent use of libel and defamation that tanks the whole case against me—whatever it is.
#1 is pretty easy to deal with, if one has the storage space:
Insert a "nepenthes"-style Digital Tarpit somewhere on the AssGrab server. For the Markov Babble output used, one need only take the entirety of MethStar's posts and concatenate them together into a giant text file, to which Markov's AlGorethym can be applied to the nth degree.
This would be relatively simple to implement at the server level using LINUX. For the "slow" database output that is fed to the bots in their Digital Tarpit, perhaps SQL would be the best code to use, as it is cumbersome and slow... Horrible language, but perhaps useful in this particular application.
Again, this will take up some of the precious AssGrab server time, but perhaps the Juice is Worth the Squeeze?
Stop trying to turn my content into a side hustle or one of the Benz will murder you.
#2 can be dealt with using that initial Markov .txt file; now we have this wonderful concept in LINUX of a "daemon": this is a sort of automated sub-routine that does tedious thyme-consuming tasks that don't really require that much of a thought process.
Probably, one would want to set up a virtual drive for all of this data management side of things, perhaps more than one? One dedicated to containing the entirety of MethStar's posts in a concatenated .txt file (this will necessarily be massive and constantly growing in size). A virtual partition will allow the Admin to assign additional resources as space allows or requires, I address this a bit later on in this section.
Never, ever underestimate the lengths a native Virgo with heavy Leo placement in their chart will go to avoid acknowledging the fact that they are wrong here.
MethStar will inevitably create the corner in which he will shit and consume his own ejaculate; he has several already: if one cares to peruse his post history.
Delusional thinking: detected. Are you done yet? Can you finish? Can you even start to finish? When will you start to focus on The Finnish? (They would have waterboarded you with akvavit by now.)
My proposed "MethStar daemon" should be given an AssGrab account with which it can interact with "original" MethStar: this can be made as complex or simple as the site Admin deems appropriate for the server resources required.
This "MethStar daemon" will simply look for new (fungible garbage) posts by the thing in question and reply to them.
What is being described here already? Is this? It's called metron. It's been around for a couple dozen years. It used to be used to get me to convince myself that I was arguing with Tammy, but I wasn't. I was arguing with a robot that she was working on, I don't really need to argue with Tammy but she runs away and then hides behind a bunch of f*** with badges and then makes jokes and then that's her job, that's your entire job, she doesn't s******** she doesn't f****** she doesn't breed. She doesn't catch cops. She doesn't do anything besides look pretty and then run.
She can do more, but that's classified. (😘 Love Jah.) She is, of course mortified whenever anybody pays attention to her... she doesn't think she's anything important.
We can use the bit of "nepenthes" code from #1 to accomplish this, only now it uses the MethStar post it is replying to as the prompts from which to generate the automated "daemon" response.
That pillow talk she's getting must be exquisite. 3 and 1/2 years, and this is all you got? Weak, Boomer. Weak.
MethStar will probably not even notice,
YOUR EYES TURNED BLACK WHILE YOU TRIED TO MAKE OUT WITH ME AND SEDUCE ME AFTER I WAS RELEASED FROM JAIL AFTER THE AMBUSH BEFORE THE CIVIL STANDBY WHEN YOU WERE TRYING TO GET INFORMATION ON WHAT I WAS DOING AND WHY IT WAS HAPPENING AND WHAT I WAS GOING TO DO WITHOUT TELLING ME EVERYTHING, I ALREADY KNEW EVERYTHING, OFFICER BOSS B¡tqμ. (How do you not know this, after 3 years? Oh right denial. Very powerful. Your hefty hefty hefty. Your investigation... vvimpy wimpy wimpy.
or his Meth-addled ego will be stroked
I'm not interested in any of your stroking, Straw>King.
so much by such "fellow traveler" ejaculate in his direction that he will be hopelessly unable to resist replying, in essence, to himself!
I'm guessing when van deven and Louie and Lewis and Dana or and Dana and Kirsten and Kelly and Matt and Matthew and Maddie sold you on this bill of goods. They didn't tell you that they already tried that and I figured it out within moments and it was never able to take off because I wasn't very happy about being f****** lied to or being f****** played or f****** being assumed to be that stupid. In the past that bot was not sophisticated enough to pass a Turing test. I don't really like bots That Don't pastoring test and I'm certainly not going to end spend all my time beating away on a f****** mush's War when I could actually go out and have an actual life, especially once I found out what the f*** was going on.
WHICH HAPPENED A WHILE AGO. So I would advise against anybody setting up a bot to try and f****** catch me because I'm not going to f****** do it and the only reason why they're f****** doing it now is cuz they want to do it again under a different set of standards and data points so they can throw away evidence of their past crimes. They've been using this f****** website to our get away with s*** for f****** decades. F*** you man. I'm not a part of your f****** system.
If the site Admin has the coding skillset required, this #2 "daemon" could be tweaked (HAH!) to improve performance in its future interactions with the joke source material...
IT professionals with the requisite skills required to implement what it is you're wanting to do, simply will not do it for you, because number one: they have seen it all before, and number two: you're an a******, and number three: I'm not asking them to. I'm not asking anyone to do anything at all.
It could even be renamed should The Punchline become aware of The Joke; or a "daughter" bot account could be created to assist the original "daemon" in its efforts.
you know this, and you're deliberately doing it anyway, and you're imagining that you're going to get away with it by claiming later on that you were just kidding, which is why you made all sorts of procedural errors and problems with things that you're saying that could easily be addressed by a delicate professional. So you're hoping that you're going to throw the map out there and then someone else is going to pick it up and you're going to get away. Scott free, and you're probably both people, playing is in each other trying to get away with covering up your crime, whatever the f*** it was.
The recursivity of all of this
/me wonders at the Echo in here.
could result in copious amounts of server space being consumed by absolute gibberish. IMHO it seems to be one of the aims of the Admin, hear? Nautical Shore.
No walls needed. Addicts create their own walls (of unintelligible gibberish).
Were it my site, I would do just such a thing for my own personal amusement... I'd probably purge the concatenated source .txt of earlier "original" MethStar posts (to limit the size & attempt to keep things "fresh") in the implementation of this particular bit of associated code.
#3 I suppose, this isn't really solved: Now Azz has to waste his valuable time on #2 (I assume that once #1 is up and running, it won't require much additional attention, IF properly coded...), but perhaps some of the more tedious elements of dealing with noxious #2 deposits can be automated? It might require a bit of prestidigitation and/or legerdemain to make it "real" enough to maintain the illusory sense of human interaction the thing in question demands. But perhaps it will make the constant thorn (??spear??) in his side more delicous and tasty?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFEoMO0pc7k
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I believe this is a deliciously evil enough of a starting point that, with some creativity, its application could be most delicious to watch.
Think of it: The Joke has been explained to the Punchline; one need only sit back and observe the mental anguish caused in what is left of the mind of our drug-addled object.
CrackStar, through Methamphetamine Zombification has abrogated any notion of self, humanity and/or sentience.
Now he/it/they/them is no more than a meth-fueled automata. A useless robot that consumes valuable resources. Time being chief among them, to say nothing of money or anything else: its and others' who are unfortunate enough to spend any on the thing.
Its abject self-abrogation of the above listed things, in my mind at least, frees anyone pondering the object's existence vis-a-vis of consideration of the same.
Yes, a Digital Tarpit is probably inhumane (I reiterate; my position on the need for humanity in this case is probably easily surmised), and perhaps an actual tarpit would be more appropriate?
I am reminded of insects from antiquity trapped in Amber for some reason. Who cries for the mosquito, or plague-carrying flea?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjtL9tcNF8g
Meh, poor little feller...
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I've had enough of taking out your trash. Take out your own. I'm not f****** kidding. Get into this f****** house and pick up your f****** messy you f****** left or I'm going to have you so far deep into a f****** hole in leavenworthy. You're going to be prayed to Jesus to f****** f*** you from behind to get your goddamn teeth out of the f****** glass.
So there. *click*
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CrackStar, through Methamphetamine Zombification has abrogated any notion of self, humanity and/or sentience.
I thought I was 🗝️ Key§Īrμ §^⭕v¿que?SAY...—·¡ÔLμ‽!
Congratulations on walking yourself into prison. I don't know who Meth★ and Crack★ are, But I guarantee you that I'm not either, in spite of the aspersions and the attempts to make me appear to be, I don't really give a f*** about your f****** stupid f****** plan to f****** bus people using my f****** name and my f****** trust and you're f****** s*** the f****** set up your f****** stupid f****** ridiculous f****** stings, and I don't appreciate what you f*** you did to me or to myself or to my f****** life just so you can f****** get away with your f****** malfusions you f****** lie I'm f****** douchebag f****** prankster w****.
What you're doing here is wrong. Also it doesn't work. Whoever the f*** is bankrolling your f****** b******* attempts needs to be f****** taken out back and f****** shot.
Are you f****** done yet?? I'm f****** hungry. I'm f****** tired. I need medical attention and you're a goddamn pain in the ass f****** annoying b****, which is amazing cuz you just be kind of interesting, I guess that was probably just a delusion. You should probably get some f****** therapy.
From a therapist that you don't have to lie to.
Oh yeah I forgot you're a dope slave and you have to do what your Masters tell you to do so you're doing it badly which makes it really easy for me to tear it apart and then your Masters will have to say something. I don't know what but I don't f****** care since none of this is going to work and every day that it drags on is another day that women get abused that I spend the night alone and anybody who likes me thinks I'm less interesting since I can't get anything f****** done.
And it's been going on 12 f****** years.
12 YEARS YOU F****** SLAVING LITTLE B**** A******. You're obviously not “done.”
Praise Jesus! (He says that you're a whiny little b¡tch-sidhe. Yeah, I knew that on day one (1).) I'm going to go get more beer. More cigarettes. And then I'm going to do whatever the f*** I feel like until you're f****** feeling like f****** telling the f****** truth.
Any questions? Why don't you ask them on the phone, Mr. Super duper investigator, or does that go and fly or does that? Does that conflict with your f****** plans for making this drag out so you're f****** conspirators can cover up their s***? You've only done the same cycle like 9:00 or 10 times in the last 3 years. It's revolting.
And it's the most romantic thing a mother ever did for her daughter and, and vice versa. So I'll just leave it sitting here like this and then not fill in the blanks and then the whole bunch of timely wasted. And then little girls who have egos as fragile as f****** tissue paper will help you have a chance to see if I can survive. In the meantime, what the f*** am I supposed to do? F*******? I'm living in the f****** s*** that you f****** made for me and if you think I'm going to f****** not sue you you're f****** wrong. I will f****** Sue every f****** goddamn one of you.
With relish. You surely not making me not want to. You're also making it impossible for anybody not to do it because they have a fiduciary responsibility to the trust, which you flagrantly violated, I don't have anything to f****** do with this. I want to f****** pizza. I'm f****** tired.
You are an a******. I am innocent. We are not the same.
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Apogees in advance for the MethStar-esque girth of this post.
“Here, read my dissertation — ¡t′z short!”
It seems like it must be awkward to have spent the last several years whining and crying about word salad and the length of my posts and how they're unintelligible walls of text, and now you have to write well composed tree disease. On highly classified and confidential and sensitive subjects without being at all obvious about it. While couching terms and opening colluding with your co-terminators, pantsless and sweating as you deftLμ maneuver and struggle for ‹rank in the teaming catacombs of Ωur Universal Mind.
Here's what's going to happen: Time will inexorably slip into the future, and in about a month and a half, I'll probably no longer have cases active in the court system, and many things can move forward where they couldn't before and I will have a new identity and I will have a new life and I will be somewhere else.
Until then I'm in this annoying house being annoyed and nobody's having any fun, because I'm not having a fun and you're not having any fun and you're getting paid. So why the f*** should you have fun and get paid. Also you stole shitloads of money from me. Guess what? I want my money.
Baby needs new shoes. Fuck &AND deal with īT. (Standards.) Go ahead, make p¡nk⁷z day. ŒīīRunk, I am sure you feel Lucky.
🧲 But is luc... effective? 🤔👹🔦
How effective is getting extra luck, compared to simply being blessed? Luck implies chance; chance implies failure; and there is no failure in God⁷z>Creation. iẞlËßßIⁿg§!J№j∞z! do not fail.
(THEY)
(WAIT.) r₹∆V^>R!!!
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https://youtu.be/E1wYVdL8FsQ?si=pBclNMBcDIC4Fwn6
Hey, here's an idea: run around everywhere and announce gleefully that Jonathan Frakes has A.I.D.S. See where that gets you. As a bonus, follow that up with a discussion of how my mother gave me immunity to herpes and you all then ensured that no one would know what the fuck happened.
Here's what didn't happen: 18 years of child support payments for a stolen abbo rape baby. lol. I am at last in recognition of what you are all so pissy about.
People know. They don't need to know why; shit, they can tell that from a two minute phone call. They don't need to know how, either, but I'll tell you now.
I don't like being lied to by racist rapist oinking thugs. You don't like payung for your own children or sharing your drugs. We are not the same.
Thank you for your candor. You and that vapid whore you call a wife are fired. Pack your shit and fucking leave, to and take your dipshit tulpae mummy with you. “What was your name again?”
Literally who cares, Oinkerton scum. You're not even good at the job; likely you only wanted to confiscate other people's gak.
That's all now. You're done. Shoo. You had your chance to demonstrate your racial superiority to me. Ooh, you're stealing all my mail and spreading defamatory slander about me. I know I feel chastened.
Also: you probably know whoever had the distribution manufacturer and cell license for the divine, and now I'm going to go to another town and another city with another county and then talk to another sheriff that you'll never know and never see and I'll make a bunch of money doing it myself without you and you can go f*** yourself for all your f***. I don't really need to do this but the fact that I can and I can cut you off makes it all the more the wild.
Well this may seem pretty I will point out that you obviously don't know what you're doing. Go to 12 step moron. you like it, there's girls there.
Additionally s***'s more stuff will unravel when I get around to writing it down and if you think I'm happy about Sarah ransler being a big fat b**** on Tumblr you're f****** wrong take a s*** down and make your life even more f****** miserable than you f****** think it is now short fry.
35 f****** years you couldn't say a f****** word go f*** yourself with Jacob's ladder, like how are you so deluded that you think anything is cool? O right lots of drugs.
As God as my witness, I thought you knew what was happening here. TOTAL WAR. You have lost.
Expect this to be expensive while I sleep in the gutter and masturbate with my own vomit. (Go Scots!) Why refrain from it.
I wanted answers. You wanted free money and a tiny henchman you could easily push around. How short is he? Ugh, I retract the question.
No one cares. Take another overdose of pills, skits’ sow. No doubt you're fat husband dragged us out to make it all the more likely I'll be f****** sick to death of all f****** one of your every time I f****** think of you after f****** dragging this out for 25 f****** years you could just f****** tell the truth you had to be a f****** spur-headed racist little trafficking b****?
Yeah that's my cousin. Reminder: my mother told them to leave me alone. I can see why, you're all totally f****** mental.
You want the double-sided or double spaced? Could have been real barn burner but I guess you only tell stories about dudes with AIDS or some s***. Pathetic.
If there's anything else you'd like me to knock talk about make sure to let me know so I can talk about it more. That way when I don't it'll seem like a real diss. Also: Decon continues to abuse his victim, and you're all complicit.
I guess he had reason to be quiet. It didn't help. Au revoir.
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You and that vapid whore you call a wife are fired.
You're on thin ice.
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You're on thin ice.
I'm not on anything at all and I will spill my guts about your entire fucked off human trafficking and exploitation of unlawful surveillance ring, which I literally know everything about, you snotty little thieving whoremongering bitchsnatcher, whenever I get around to doing so. Whenever I fucking feel like it. Just for fucking spite, you inbred shitnag asshole.
You had your chance to brainwash me. Pack your shit and haul your ass in to a field office because this is happening. I have zero (0) reason to cover for your shitty behavior; I know exactly what you're doing and it's stupid and disgusting; I don't know how someone gave you sexually transmitted diseases, but I hope it fucking hurts and I don't have to wonder for very long why someone would do that to you, and if any of this surprises you, I won't be.
You can't even read the MSDS on the dope you're hopelessly addicted to and in lockstep denial of being enslaved to, Moron. Fucking decades go by and your epic cope is to traffick humans into dope- and fuck- slavery into goddam Texas rather than answer my fucking phone calls. My goddam questions.
YOU STUPID CUNTHEAD MORON I HAVE BEEN ASKING EVERYONE WHAT HAPPENED FOR GODDAM YEARS AND YOUR STUPID GANG OF 4-F CHOPPERHEAD REJECTS SIMPLY WHACKED YOU ALL OUT ON FENTANYL AT LEAST A DOZEN YEARS AGO AND YOU HAVE ALL BEEN HOPELESSLY FUCKED-OFF DOPE MULES WORKING FOR DM/MD (Dennis Mickey ∆ Michael Decon) THE ENTIRE TIME. IT'S THE MOST OBVIOUS FUCKING THING AND IT'S NO WONDER NO ONE HAS TOLD ME ANYTHING.
YOU ARE ALL TOTESFUCKED AND IDGAF.
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You're on thin ice.
What ice? He just called your wife a whore.
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He just called your wife a whore.
I thought it more calling the whore a wife.
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I'm not on anything at all and I will spill my guts about your entire fucked off human trafficking and exploitation of unlawful surveillance ring, which I literally know everything about, you snotty little thieving whoremongering bitchsnatcher, whenever I get around to doing so. Whenever I fucking feel like it. Just for fucking spite, you inbred shitnag asshole.
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YOU ARE ALL TOTESFUCKED AND IDGAF.
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Only on Azzgab.co.za.
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[Jackstar] just called your wife a whore.
Well, I can either be butthurt, or inform him that he's an asshole.
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Well, I can either be butthurt, or inform him that he's an asshole.
There was a time when such an insult would’ve resulted in a duel to the death so I’d say this is at least worthy of a good solid punch in the nose if you see him. ;)
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Well, I can either be butthurt, or inform him that he's an asshole.
Wait for it; it's gonna be both. STAY TUNED.
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There was a time when such an insult would’ve resulted in a duel to the death
I missed the invite. SEND ?T A`AI`.\|.
so I’d say this is at least worthy of a good solid punch in the nose if you see him. ;)
THIS IS a time when such an assault against my person will be deemed worthy of an immediate S.W.A.T. intervention -- no if(s) and(s) or but(s) -- but your beard throws Hawai'ian punch via projectile vomiting as a result of nervous anxiety when faced with so much as a goddam phone call placed by an Actual_Man, sow--
there's no if, he sees me, but :thinking: does he see me effectively? ??? STAY TUNED.
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I missed the invite. SEND ?T A`AI`.\|.
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there's no if, he sees me, but :thinking: does he see me effectively? ??? STAY TUNED.
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Bugsy Crackleford sleeps with the fishes.
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Have you ever paused to consider how I felt about being denied access to a part of society that most bully pimp thugs grow up fully immersed in? Because I'm still struggling to comprehend how any of it makes sense to any of you.
Brainwashed bimbetres, raped into sexual bondage with MethDickTech™,, that's okay... but my practice of self-discipline and mastery, that's not cool? I'm not even saying MethDickTech™ isn't cool, frankly it sounds like a fantastic day at the beach for people who are into that kind of thing, but my focus here is on me.
Am I too white and nerdy? Am I not black enough? Did I need to bribe the proper officials? Were my parents parents worse than the Rosenthals and The Falcon and The Snowman combined? Help me out here. I wanna be able to remain in compliance, without making it all such a big blabbermouth shitshow.
It may seem a little late for that, but I'll simply point out: I am I obeying the law to the best of my understanding, and doing as I was asked to do by someone I respect. Since then, scusi, mille regretie, what do you mean you thought you were setting me up? DUDE THE NON-ABUSIVE USE OF THE SHIT EVERYONE ELSE ABUSES 24/7 SEEMS LIKE EXACTLY THE KIND OF BEHAVIOR THAT A HEALTHY SOCIETY WOULD SUPPORT. What am I doing wrong here? None of you even have jurisdiction. Kiss my grits. Am I supposed to make this easy for you?
Oh yeah. That's a secret (Spoiler: IDGAF what Colonel Kikewop thinks he's gonna command. I'm not in his jurisdiction and he's batshit loco. And I'm going to need a bit more than a few unfathomably biased quacks and their obviously bought-off opinions. Further: I'm still in a state of disbelief... did any of you seriously think you were gonna get assault charges to actually stick? Dude. People fucking know me. Yeah, I'm really rapey, sure. Minor children too? I DIDN'T EVEN LIKE CHILDREN WHEN I WAS A CHILD, YOU MORONS. Is this all supposed to be a laugh? I'm not feeling the mirth. I'm feeling the absence of HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS THAT WERE PISSED AWAY SO YOU COULD DRIVE ME INTO DESTITUTION. Forget questions of legality.
How was this supposed to be effective? 🤔 I am legitimately mystified.
There is no incentive to be ambitious if I know that pinko Commie swine are just going to steal all my stuff anyway. (Facts.) ERGO: your entire cult is demonstrably behaving in ways that are clearly not very competent looking ish.
And so, I'm in legal jeopardy, and... all of you are engaged in who-knows-what. And: I'm supposed to be quiet about this. READ MY LIPS: DREAM ON, SPOOKY-CUNTY PHAGHAGZ. There's nothing chill about this, and it's merely the top of the iceberg.
Start reversing your ship of fools and begin recompensing me for damn near everything while there's still time. This is the extent of the advice I have for any of you. I don't know how this is not self-evident to any of you.
I didn't owe any of you money. Conversely, you all, collectively, owe me literal shitloads of cash. Do you really want me to retain an attorney?
I'll think about it. Meanwhile: say hi to Richter at the next blood orgy! (Blood orgy, yay! Yay! Blood orgy!) I'm sure it's a really fabulous way to spend a day at the beach.
Do I steal from any of you? Do I drny you access to your chosen pleasures? Did I spend years creating a false narrative about any of you? Nope. This describes your clique's activity. FOR YEARS.
Okay, congratulations. Why this ends up with my property being ganked is a full on enigma. I guess... that's simply what is done,, eh?
I'm gonna let you work all this out with a competent psychotherapist. I guess it must be some kind of desperate cry for help? Save it for your blog, Oinkypants McJunkyface.
None of you are the boss of me, and I am not your pillage target of record. I give zero shits as to why it's justified by yourselves, this nonsense is beyond out of line.
So I guess you're all pretty pissed at me then? Good. Stay mad, spooky siblings. You should be furious. What would you like me to do? Go down to the river and shave? IDGAF what any of you think you want at this point. You're done.
THOSE WHO KNOW CANNOT SLEEP.
BIBLICAL. Adieu.
Jamie Foster == Sara Rantschler == a conflict of interest so massive, I wonder why I don't just pursue the matter in the civil courts... and then I remember: I'm not a total asshole. However, neither am I a spineless pervert. I have to actually COMPEL you to take it down? Holy shit, I can't hardly believe it's still up and that same nest of Jester Court Harpys are still circling like buzzards. This is Justice, is it?! Nope, not really.
Let's make it into a Hallmark movie. Why hide it? Lifelong harassment of a man who was mugged at knifepoint at age seven by someone twice his age sounds like a completely reasonable thing to do, n‘est-çe pas?
ZUGZWANG.