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AzzGab => Random => Topic started by: Starr Mountain on April 10, 2021, 11:44:39 AM
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"52 volcanoes have erupted in the past month - What's going on?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu3HWWUTtQA
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SOTT Earth Changes Summary - March 2021: Extreme Weather, Planetary Upheaval, Meteor Fireballs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2uA0HQKgrU
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u37cRkB0V4M
New eruption today.
"The eruption of the Piton de la Fournaise volcano began in the southeast of the French island of Reunion in the Indian Ocean.
The eruption took place at an altitude of 2 thousand meters on the eastern slope of the volcano. Before that, starting at 10.27 local time, signs of awakening appeared, which found expression in a jump in seismic activity.
The active volcano Piton de la Fournaise, with a height of 2,632 meters, is located in an uninhabited part of the island."
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rufXmASB50k
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFwpLgoqCW4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqZKo2yim28
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Apparently they're trying to discredit Dodwell
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21WvVH4CXR4
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Apparently they're trying to discredit Dodwell
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21WvVH4CXR4
Astounding! Thank you very much for this link, Bugsby. It sheds light on some old worn theories, that desperately need updating.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFrhvWj56Zw
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Hey Azz, I hope you are not anywhere near this fire.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIvpdqYOpMw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKWd4N-cc2g
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGnIuXPup64
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JX-H_sRMSUY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJADR9sNg38
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQqsnEILG3I
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwjIuPLgMFM
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4GkpuW7s9o
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwjIuPLgMFM
Wow. I hope the lava doesn't hurt the diamond mines. We can always find more children to mine them- but not if they are filled with lava. :(. An unlimited, disposable resource to bring valuable resources to the surface.
*Alright... I hope everybody manages to get out of the way...
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Wow. I hope the lava doesn't hurt the diamond mines. We can always find more children to mine them- but not if they are filled with lava. :(. An unlimited, disposable resource to bring valuable resources to the surface.
*Alright... I hope everybody manages to get out of the way...
The "children"??? What do do mean? Please explain, and be specific. Thank you.
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Child labour is extensively used in Congo for mining. Slave wages or outright slavery to secure handsome profits for Debeers and the diamond industry and place a nice rock on the left hand of any person stupid enough to say "I do" while supporting that industry. Prior to the early 1900's a wedding ring contained a variety of stones. And then they hit on a great marketing campaign to make the millionaires into billionaires. And children pay the price today.
Simply search for congo diamond mine child labour... As I said, a worthless resource (children in the third world) used to mine a valuable resource (a diamond for the ring of the next bride.)
A nice snapshot of the joy of the rituals around marriage. At least the bride to be will be wearing a smile...
(https://www.humanium.org/en/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/2014611145555381893_8.jpg)
***Wow, WOTR. You really are a cynical bastard this evening.
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Child labour is extensively used in Congo for mining. Slave wages or outright slavery to secure handsome profits for Debeers and the diamond industry and place a nice rock on the left hand of any person stupid enough to say "I do" while supporting that industry. Prior to the early 1900's a wedding ring contained a variety of stones. And then they hit on a great marketing campaign to make the millionaires into billionaires. And children pay the price today.
Simply search for congo diamond mine child labour... As I said, a worthless resource (children in the third world) used to mine a valuable resource (a diamond for the ring of the next bride.)
A nice snapshot of the joy of the rituals around marriage. At least the bride to be will be wearing a smile...
(https://www.humanium.org/en/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/2014611145555381893_8.jpg)
***Wow, WOTR. You really are a cynical bastard this evening.
I did say specific, and your followed through. This is a heart shredder. Is there anyway you know of, that we can rescue these dear ones? I'll be happy to donate to a trustworthy fund.
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I did say specific, and your followed through. This is a heart shredder. Is there anyway you know of, that we can rescue these dear ones? I'll be happy to donate to a trustworthy fund.
I don't think so. The value of a diamond is the same no matter where it was mined. Various places sell "ethically sourced diamonds." But then the ones from Congo just go to places where nobody cares. And after the initial sale, nobody is going to question (or be able to verify) the source. As long as there is a diamond market, and as long as Debeers manages to keep the suckers believing that a diamond is a necessary symbol of undying love that requires at least three months salary to demonstrate that love, the market will always be there.
*I think you like conspiracy theories. Are you aware that Debeers was owned by the Oppenheimer family from the 1920's until fairly recently? Look down at your left hand and think how much you gave them as a sucker for their marketing ploy.
Diamonds went from very rare (only possessed by those with extraordinary wealth) to quite common when discoveries of some mines in the late 1800's. DeBeers bought 90% of daimond mines and the production of the others and was the only place that was selling them. They would keep stock and set the price for the next year (holding excess diamonds from the market to keep their prices rising each year.) In the 1940's demand started falling. Ad executives started a campaign to equate love with diamonds, and that the size of the diamond demonstrated how much you loved your bride.
It worked. And in the late 40's they coined the phrase "A diamond is forever." I just found a fun article from the business insider stating that in 1967 Japan 5% of brides wore diamonds, in 1981, 60% wore diamonds. Good marketing by a company killing children to enrich themselves (though I'm sure that the Oppenheimers were very good people. Philanthropic like Bill Gates.)
https://www.businessinsider.com/history-of-de-beers-2011-12?international=true&r=US&IR=T#if-you-can-believe-it-some-industries-have-even-more-devious-business-practices-than-this-one-13
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I've made too many posts. I'm in so much trouble.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSOf_ii5zpw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Iylsa4iteo
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poCWw3bCGKo
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VPOs38ZG8g
From the evening of May 21 to the early morning of May 22, a total of 12 hours, a series of earthquakes occurred in four places in mainland China, namely Yunnan, Sichuan, Qinghai and Shaanxi.
The first earthquake, a 6.4 magnitude earthquake in Yangbi County, Dali Prefecture, Yunnan Province.
The second earthquake, a 3.4 magnitude earthquake in Xuyong County, Luzhou City, Sichuan Province.
The third earthquake, magnitude 7.4 in Mado County, Qinghai Province.
The fourth earthquake, a 3.6 magnitude earthquake in Shangluo, Shaanxi.
Floods, tornadoes, earthquakes, and the coronavirus outbreak that originated from Wuhan - why are there so many disasters in China? In ancient traditional Chinese culture, there is a saying that "heaven and mankind are united" and "connection between heaven and mankind". When there are abnormalities, people, especially the ones in power, have to reflect on it, offer sacrifices to the heavens, and even issue imperial edicts for sins.
Since 2020, the Chinese Communist regime has fallen into a more serious internal and external crisis, with an internal economic downturn and a dark tide of power struggle among various factions; externally, the wolf warrior diplomacy has made the international community more united against the hegemony of the Chinese Communist Party, resulting in a diplomatic defeat and suppressions from the international community. Under the multiple crises, the CCP's regime is shaking like the recent unexplained shaking of the Sage Plaza Building.
#China#ChinaEarthquake#SevereFlood#ChinaFlood#Hail
All rights reserved.
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From the evening of May 21 to the early morning of May 22, a total of 12 hours, a series of earthquakes occurred in four places in mainland China, namely Yunnan, Sichuan, Qinghai and Shaanxi.
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Must be another love gunman.
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Must be another love gunman.
I don't know. It's a quote from the video.
Maybe you could explore, if you've a mind to. ;)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhTDkjFs6Wo
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LAVA RIVERS FLOWING FROM THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN !!! - A New Huge Lava Eruption in Iceland. Geldingadalur Volcano Eruption 2021 May. More vents has joined, at the eruption site in Geldingadalur, forming a new huge vent. The new opening has an increased activity since last days and is bursting huge splashes of lava into the air, reaching hundreds of meters. The new crater has an atipic behaviour because it has moments when it is dormant, followed by instant huge explosions and torrents of lava flow. In the area, it is most likely that more fissures will open without notice with sudden lava flow. Huge gas acumulation makes the site a very dangerous place.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OniJpS9SuWc
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiqxGV7UDrw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCWT8UMhd3Y
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcTvyc73-cQ
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Though Iceland has the spotlight right now, Hawaii's Kīlauea & Maunaloa are quietly approaching their rims. They're not done.
This video is primarily educational. It's purpose is to educate not entertain. Of course, some of us find education quite entertaining. ;) ;D
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQUVpc47P_0
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmaEGIa3Vpk
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https://youtu.be/gMki5pjwEXI
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https://youtu.be/gMki5pjwEXI
Beautiful. Thank you for the link, jafd. :)
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The 1964 Alaska earthquake was the strongest earthquake ever recorded in North America.
A subduction zone earthquake that confirmed the nascent theory of plate tectonics.
https://www.history.com/topics/natural-disasters-and-environment/1964-alaska-earthquake
https://www.sciencenewsforstudents.org/article/quake-shook-geology-Alaska-1964
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The 1964 Alaska earthquake was the strongest earthquake ever recorded in North America.
A subduction zone earthquake that confirmed the nascent theory of plate tectonics.
https://www.history.com/topics/natural-disasters-and-environment/1964-alaska-earthquake
https://www.sciencenewsforstudents.org/article/quake-shook-geology-Alaska-1964
I was 17 when that happened. Culver City had 7 TV channels back then and and most of them were covering the Great Alaskan Quake.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-KGjMIsjXw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wIwsb-qiZs
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saKio3RvDtI
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saKio3RvDtI
Needs more orange. I'll get Klytus to work on that immediately. Prepare my rocket cycle.
I AM USING THE WORD “IMMEDIATELY” HERE.
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Needs more orange. I'll get Klytus to work on that immediately. Prepare my rocket cycle.
I AM USING THE WORD “IMMEDIATELY” HERE.
Wait till you see this next video :o ;) ;D
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=trWpJAV5uJY
This video is from Rick Ray Films. It's absolutely phenomenal. I love it. :-*
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Wait till you see
No espero, yo exploto nova.
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No espero, yo exploto nova.
Translation: I do not wait, I explode nova.
Maybe. Could be. I'll be watching the live feeds tonight.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOEuf_4z_sM
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mS2kM6NT3Y
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1I-0PUhFmU
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-RhgB1INII
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTumPu8dxcA
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwN-u4Ccygs
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A searing megadrought basically turns the country into a Mad Max prequel. “Toxic dust storms could rage across the region, making driving extremely dangerous. The vast majority of trees in the region would die. Agriculture would become all but impossible.“
https://strangesounds.org/2020/04/new-dust-bowl-american-west.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-rBhbkvtm0
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTRsIQNhw-g
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7UN1fxKbLo
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https://youtu.be/dkLjxG10dj4
Some people have tell real problems.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9OQV3On2kg
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Dutchsinse returns to YouTube.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHE92x768p8h-fMrqhsnE1Q
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H22E7vI9Vbg
This link runs 24/7 whether or not Dutch is broadcasting.
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Dutchsinse returns to YouTube.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHE92x768p8h-fMrqhsnE1Q
Certainly an upgrade from my old standby https://ds.iris.edu/seismon/index.phtml
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Certainly an upgrade from my old standby https://ds.iris.edu/seismon/index.phtml
Try this. Let me know whether you like it. https://www.wolton.net/quake.html
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Try this. Let me know whether you like it. https://www.wolton.net/quake.html
Definitely. Thank you.
http://www.earthquake3d.com
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Definitely. Thank you.
http://www.earthquake3d.com
Cool! And, Thank You. ;D
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFAI99k-dFc
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFAI99k-dFc
Wow, what a cool video. Thank you, Laser. ;) ;D
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wB-loH8hQYk
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQfZZfA8NXw
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STARTS AT 4:35
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrSPfVzQ6ag
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This does not sound good. :-\
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZWt9Vmr5XI
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This sounds better:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8N_tupPBtWQ
Phenomena. Doo doo doodoodoo... ;)
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This sounds better:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8N_tupPBtWQ
Phenomena. Doo doo doodoodoo... ;)
LOL! ;D ;) I remember watching that with my Sons when they were babies.
Thank you, master Trollda. :-*
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Not just a volcano video, but a Genius work of art. ;) :-*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBI7HhV_b_o
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https://youtu.be/i2gHLKb2y6s
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https://youtu.be/aNuM0qCp5Ss
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Grasshoppers are pretty cool and don't present an ecological concern, unless they morph into locusts.
Locusts are the Frankenstein of grasshoppers.
The downside of locusts is they devour crops. The upside of locust is they are a nourishing and tasty edible which can easily replace the food source they just destroyed.
Yes, I have eaten imported locust via Reeses. However, Reeses labeled them as "grasshoppers." I'm pretty sure they are locusts since grasshoppers don't gather en-mass. Anyway, whatever you want to call them, they are quite tasty. Skewered, slow roasted, and drizzled with Himalayan pink salt in virgin olive oil, over a low, open fire pit flame is a tasty "tit-for-tat" for a so-called insect plague. ;) ;D
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I've made too many posts. I'm in so much trouble.
Ahmaizeinglee, I have spoken of you on General Bell's television shoe many times.
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The populace in my dimeshun loves you, mang!
Post Often!
-COL Manly
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View from my home. My photography.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMkf-SkFeUY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AofOVgsjbzg
Thank you, Laser. :-* There are some of the most awesome drone videos shot of this volcano. ;)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFRzUM4BdMM
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:'( :'( :'(
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlEXGijThFQ
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Pacific tsunami warnings lifted after 8.2-magnitude earthquake hits Alaska (https://nypost.com/2021/07/29/alaska-peninsula-earthquake-triggers-tsunami-watch-for-hawaii/)
Tsunami warnings were lifted for Alaska and the rest of Pacific after a huge earthquake of 8.2 magnitude struck the seismically active US state in the late hours Wednesday...
Largest magnitude quake in the US since 1965 apparently.
What does old DutchSinse predict for this one?
Is Shadow Vice President K_Dubb in danger?
Can we look forward to California finally splitting off and going the way of Atlantis?
Asking for a friend.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Pacific tsunami warnings lifted after 8.2-magnitude earthquake hits Alaska (https://nypost.com/2021/07/29/alaska-peninsula-earthquake-triggers-tsunami-watch-for-hawaii/)
Largest magnitude quake in the US since 1965 apparently.
What does old DutchSinse predict for this one?
Is Shadow Vice President K_Dubb in danger?
Can we look forward to California finally splitting off and going the way of Atlantis?
Asking for a friend.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
You can find out in 9 minutes from now. ;)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RcKQCeK77Q
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LIVE CAMS.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1I-0PUhFmU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGDN7EwPsqM
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Pacific tsunami warnings lifted after 8.2-magnitude earthquake hits Alaska (https://nypost.com/2021/07/29/alaska-peninsula-earthquake-triggers-tsunami-watch-for-hawaii/)
Largest magnitude quake in the US since 1965 apparently.
What does old DutchSinse predict for this one?
Is Shadow Vice President K_Dubb in danger?
Can we look forward to California finally splitting off and going the way of Atlantis?
Asking for a friend.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
Sir, I am touched by your concern but my feet are sadly dry at the moment, as are my sisters' who live up there. My big sis lives right on the water on Cook Inlet but she is way up on a bluff about 60 feet above the beach. The low-lying areas on the Kenai Peninsula were evacuated as a precaution, though.
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The Ed Dames kill shot, one cosmic belch away.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9tfx6rfAIo
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNZ-DOqL6Vo
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The Ed Dames kill shot, one cosmic belch away.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9tfx6rfAIo
If this is considered a "cosmic belch," would the "Big Bang" be considered "The Great Fart?"
Asking for a weirdo friend. ::) ;D
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If this is considered a "cosmic belch," would the "Big Bang" be considered "The Great Fart?"
Asking for a weirdo friend. ::) ;D
First of all, the Big Bang wasn't very big. Second of all, there was no bang. Third, Big Bang Theory doesn't tell you what banged, when it banged, how it banged. It just said it did bang. So the Big Bang theory in some sense is a total misnomer.
And as a consequence of this misnomer, most non-cosmologists continue to picture it as a big explosion. Though they forget that explosions are destructive rather than creative. The Big Bang being an explosion just wouldn't make any sense. It wasn't an explosion.
First there was nothing ,,, then there was everything.
Personally, I like to believe the world was dreamt into existence.
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First there was nothing ,,, then there was everything.
Personally, I like to believe the world was dreamt into existence.
EXACTLY! And it still is. ;) :-*
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The Ed Dames kill shot, one cosmic belch away.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9tfx6rfAIo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hESunUuFrzk
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Outstanding video. Beautiful music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6Lr7pN13Tw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtWiS3jbWkU
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SisStar, I wonder if these Icelandic eruptions of yours have anything to do with the swarm of 6-8 magnitude earfquakes that hit the Sandwich Islands (South Atlantic) recently and that new Haitian one that happened yesterday/today?
What does your buddy DutchSinse(sp?) have to say about all of that?
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xs6p0wkB9pk
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SisStar, I wonder if these Icelandic eruptions of yours have anything to do with the swarm of 6-8 magnitude earfquakes that hit the Sandwich Islands (South Atlantic) recently and that new Haitian one that happened yesterday/today?
What does your buddy DutchSinse(sp?) have to say about all of that?
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vG-1pTXHjKM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6M_6UMft-kA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlQ1HAEV3Hs&t=4s
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LIVE Hurricane Ida Channels.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3D7pQxnOIjI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NchX_EwK9Rs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wF4rFzi4nUA
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LIVE Hurricane Ida Channels.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3D7pQxnOIjI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NchX_EwK9Rs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wF4rFzi4nUA
Looks like it is going to beat the hell out of Grand Isle. That's the wierd "pointy toe" part of the state, and where we usually go fishing. My brother just got back from a trip down there the other day, caught a bunch of Redfish and I don't know what else. No Flounder, which is my favorite out of there. He brought back a shit-ton of shrimp, you can buy them right off the boat down there.
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That is a Redfish, look at that nasty sharp ass tooth right where you want to put your thumb to get the hook out! Ouch, I have been bit many times by those: I always seem to forget at least once per fishing outing, usually the first one I catch. That tends to remind me for some reason...
Apparently, after my brother goes fishing down there a hurricane hits. Last time we went was right before Katrina, which leveled the hell out of our "fishing camp." It's not really our camp, but we usually go to the same spot, it is actually on Blue Bayou. I have always wondered if either Roy Orbison or Linda Ronstadt ever actually visited Blue Bayou or just thought it was a great name for a song.
I have to say I like Linda's version best.
https://youtu.be/Kp9G0zkorio
Not to be confused with Bayou Blue, btw: that is a different one.
Storm surge is going to blow up the camp again, dammit. It is built on telephone poles, which helps it to survive most storms but big ones like this usually knock it down. Basically, it's a mobile home (singlewide) stuck on top of a bunch of telephone poles, so it's not too hard to rebuild...
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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LIVE: On site and multi-cams.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcbk3NcScRM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itgNM2TLMgQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0mxkW8CtBU
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Reed Timmer.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99S7tMwoHtQ
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Oh Fug, it is right on track for my ancestral homeland! I fear for my Aunt's Meyer Lemon tree... They are far enough inland that usually a hurricane just knocks trees down, big trees even sometimes. There was live oak that didn't make it one year, I think that was Katrina. It was a young one that hadn't "spread it arms" yet.
(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1200/1*gkOC0RF5kzdUQnKjJqvNGA.jpeg)
The ones that look like the above image usually make it through okay.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lu9h3uNIMR0&t=520s
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnKJNvl2yI4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBIZH3mTgoA
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https://twitter.com/ErikaFerrandoTV/status/1432506726994042883
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mngdeWQRemU
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5um_Idh6pik
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Massive M6.5 earthquake at the northernmost tip of the Cascadia Subduction zone in British Columbia, Canada
quickly deleted by USGS
https://youtu.be/vJqr9YTGGSk
https://strangesounds.org/2021/09/strong-earthquake-british-columbia-canada-cascadia-deleted-by-usgs.html
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10159641510334729&set=a.10151159475014729&type=3
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t57DPnH06V0
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSFu7Tqh4Io
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Gq-ziMDJkI
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HH3mZC7iEg
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUotrTUIhV8
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1u6LFcPqC4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHQAxqJc7m0
:o :o :o
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldmZpDImVzk
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WHOA! :o
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnRvsX-Vo6U
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LIVE: Volcano erupts on La Palma in the Canary Islands
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOw8OQOHtkM
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LIVE: Volcano erupts on La Palma in the Canary Islands
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOw8OQOHtkM
The above live stream has ended.
This live stream just started about 15 minutes ago.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmQVquojJfo
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKS8vsQ_L-A
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRzl4y-jBeQ
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2 More links that are live at the moment.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umKfqkeH440
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KMcfXHuA8A
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1QJrK0S0bc
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First Moments Of The Eruption.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7r0RQRw_HA
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezFYCI6LZ2s
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Narrated In English
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atSB-rQuuak
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moygpP5e8Bw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRrb9ZDA6lY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4elbIDm6Aw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BR-1rgtJ6M4
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Earthquakes have been shaking the live cam and the volcano is really exploding big time, now. It's very noisy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_JijIZTV0g
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpUM826ZkHE
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WHOA!!! :o
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCmYXjE7aZU
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=096D6Lx0kkg
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jk86V2FL94w
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhJf-p7ejHw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErOgd4eXT1k
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She's BAAACK!!!
LIVE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0KRg8CiJag
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJCpFIH6k1g
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZmCA8UCwK4
No Tsunami forecast.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwZ4vZT-gFo
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Iceland is up and running again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQgUnrhP3WY
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Iceland is up and running again.
I’m not Captain Save-A-Ho -or- Captain Save-An-Island-Country… i’m Captain Save-A-Whole-Damned-Solar-System, & don’t you ever forget. But for Iceland—I’ll make an exception. I’ll start chasing this one down immediately. (She’s cute enough and she owes me some akvavit. BRB)
Arms are fine. Someone else hold up Whidbey for awhile. Semper fi
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I’m not Captain Save-A-Ho -or- Captain Save-An-Island-Country… i’m Captain Save-A-Whole-Damned-Solar-System, & don’t you ever forget. But for Iceland—I’ll make an exception. I’ll start chasing this one down immediately. (She’s cute enough and she owes me some akvavit. BRB)
Arms are fine. Someone else hold up Whidbey for awhile. Semper fi
Thank God someone is gonna step up to the plate-tonics. ::) ;D
Bless you, jacd. :-*
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Bless you, jacd. :-*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NZsCYOM4j0
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Lava has reached the Atlantic Ocean
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VuBdzZK860
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDZRaENSTV4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfRYVyyQYqE
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRcs7KoiURg
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zDuxOE3hslE
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPnCK0rCK8I
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Multi-Cams LIVE.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-XTRoLxo1JI
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CZ4OCM24Iw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6ujlk5Fv0w
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqUVBosQWts
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6LyK223Uxo
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Iceland Update.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxbRedUdQkk
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey8dd04FrYo
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5hnG4j_QXc
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Crater Collapses (0:14)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-u8ywz2eIFw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2xlu9jg1QA
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-dUVy3IJyk
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-dUVy3IJyk
I just don't know that I can trust a dude with Mephistopheles facial hair and a funny accent hanging out by a volcano.
Nautical Shore!
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Damned right...
https://youtu.be/V-_O7nl0Ii0
-CPM
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCCRNL1kEUY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zi9pKviZRwE
At approximately 2:25am on Day 20 of the eruption of the volcano on the island of La Palma, a series of large explosive ejections of lava force a lava breakthrough. (TIME STAMP 1:43).
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5d3o0Pvacew
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwokIScn_DA
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c76DUZ1a65w
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDRUZ5msfRE
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hx7GDNUzpl0
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eW5I-mYbhCE
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpWmhKU3i1o
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0MPBHTGY2I
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cw0wcbGpnbo
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5SpTY5AiVk
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VUHpk3R0sZQ
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLeYZY6VVAw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKsZa6ldle0
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2C3Ex7z4ic
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Spectacular Huge Eruption of Mount Aso in Kumamoto, Kyushu, Japan!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCQH0K66i4o
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rZVQnDkw-8
According to this video, Aso is a Super Volcano. If it is, I hope this is a brief, minor eruption.
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Drone flight gives a clear view on New Vent from south side of volcano
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Idma8Pz0Q4
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New Vent
https://youtu.be/im9XuJJXylw
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https://youtu.be/im9XuJJXylw
Heh-Heh. ;) ;D
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EH93uw6khRE
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Ätna spuckt Rauchringe (Etna spits smoke rings).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcfCdW4E9DE
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Ätna spuckt [...] smoke rings
https://youtu.be/sdmSCQXu1Uo
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https://youtu.be/sdmSCQXu1Uo
I like him better in NCIS.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNxs8S7PSfg
This is the award winning Megatsunami documentary written, produced and directed by Thom Goddard.
The island of La Palma in the Canary Islands is at risk of undergoing a large landslide, which could cause a megatsunami in the Atlantic Ocean. Volcanic islands and volcanoes on land frequently undergo large landslides/collapses, which have been documented in Hawaii for example. A recent example is Anak Krakatau, which collapsed to cause the 2018 Sunda Strait tsunami, claiming hundreds of lives.
Steven N. Ward and Simon Day, in a 2001 research article, proposed that a Holocene change in the eruptive activity of Cumbre Vieja volcano and a fracture on the volcano that formed during an eruption in 1949 may be the prelude to a giant collapse. They estimated that such a collapse could cause giant tsunamis across the entire North Atlantic and severely impact countries as far away as North America.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNxs8S7PSfg
This has been brought up in some of the La Palma videos. Many scientists mention that though a tsunami is possible, it is not likely at this time.
Thank you for the video and keep us posted. One never knows whether something unexpected might happen.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EY4IJwIzR6A
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=358KXduQL2c
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=358KXduQL2c
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This has been brought up in some of the La Palma videos. Many scientists mention that though a tsunami is possible, it is not likely at this time.
Thank you for the video and keep us posted. One never knows whether something unexpected might happen.
The Canary Islands and the Tsunami Threat I
https://slidetodoc.com/the-canary-islands-and-the-tsunami-threat-i/
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The Canary Islands and the Tsunami Threat I
https://slidetodoc.com/the-canary-islands-and-the-tsunami-threat-i/
Thank you, Laser. I will read this.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuYDHqhQlGg
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tjic82KboE
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Earthquake in history: Great Earthquake of Lisbon November 1, 1755 killed 90,000 people in 6 seconds – Tsunami reached US and Canada coasts within few hours – Is La Palma going to do the same?
https://strangesounds.org/2021/11/earthquake-history-great-earthquake-lisbon-tsunami-us-canadala-palma.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMBuLuA47Wo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6utAunBKXV4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2AECX0Pmlc
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Eerie, But Fascinating
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQh0ksYn4i4
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https://youtu.be/DGRV0K_gWTM
https://strangesounds.org/2021/11/apocalyptic-hail-storm-kills-450-ostriches-south-africa-ice-deluge-blocks-roads-bolivia.html
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhBs2Jnh9t8
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3fQcZ0mdo8
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CvSXCSoByk
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dbk4mwQcb40
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Dementia is a natural phenomenon that’s occuring in Joe Biden’s brain.
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LIVE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omgoHewdM1U
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Dementia is a natural phenomenon that’s occuring in Joe Biden’s brain.
;D ;D ;D ;)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kT9DPTNONMk
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1j5wPMt3AY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSqf73dD_60
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEudEUSToIw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldc_iIj4Iks
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lErNDCGUiU
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https://youtu.be/o6ktS3Ex4TU
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quzefPXlt0o
While most people do not associate the tropical paradise that Hawaii is known for with snow, they are surprised to learn that it snows in winter due to the elevation of these volcanic peaks. Mauna Kea is the tallest of these, at 13,803 feet. Halikala in Maui is much lower at 10,023 feet. Due to this difference, the island of Hawaii will snow more often than the lower island of Maui. In just one storm last January, the island of Hawaii received 2-3 feet of snow and deeper snow drifts.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkgMRTvTU8E
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEhamrvOcaU
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xR6TITT-9fA
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXTZVKYYyig
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This is simply heartbreaking. :'(
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEbUhcX4ATs
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I50TVCGd7Ok
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9NqO46iDQY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5by3z-rIqYI
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This is simply heartbreaking. :'(
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEbUhcX4ATs
Reminds me of Miami-Dade in 1991, but that was a hurricane...
https://youtu.be/EBWkd6xTyq4
Joplin, MO was the last F5 tornado I recall... Hit while I was in the 'stan, one of our guys was from there and got to cycle back on Emergency Leave. Some in the unit were a bit butt-hurt that he "got out of the shit" on a Tornado Ticket.
Me: I didn't think he was doing that much "in country" at the time and honestly did not notice his absence. Which is either the mark of an Outstanding Ranking Officer or Shitbag.
At this point: What difference does it make?
He made it home alive a bit early, which is more than can be said for a few others who gave all. I don't hate.
You have to remember: "Muh Global Warming!"
https://youtu.be/pPw_izFr5PAC'mon, Man!
(https://i.imgur.com/ZND0nvb.jpeg)
I think my Unit Command was in Ft. Campbell. Where'd this thing hit anyhow?
HashTagPrayers&Thoughts
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qTqAanBlDY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VhjJ9BdCnM
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DX4jyt9dER8
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3y_OvVHazAY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJZaxHZMv1M
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoMRwyNhqJ4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HybuNwXkZNo
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFvN2NoXy8s
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6JEgH8iapI
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https://www.theepochtimes.com/national-weather-service-issues-falling-iguana-alert-in-florida_4240932.html?utm_source=News&utm_campaign=breaking-2022-01-28-4&utm_medium=email&est=NVw%2B%2FuMcF2q7nuo0uXUfffFPMbD74NGtRRbO17nAxWcAF%2Fy18oci9faapgHfiDPx
National Weather Service Issues ‘Falling Iguana Alert’ in Florida
PUNTA GORDA, Fla.–This weekend is expected to be one of the coldest in four years for South Floridians, prompting the National Weather Service in Miami to issue a Falling Iguana Alert via Twitter.
Jan. 30 is predicted to be the coldest day locally since 2018.
South Florida occasionally sees temperatures dip into the 30s and 40s overnight, which causes the cold-blooded reptiles to become “temporarily stunned,” until temperatures warm up. They are known to sleep in trees and when immobilized by the cold, they “stiffen and lose their grip on the branches,” and fall to the ground or sometimes on an unsuspecting passerby.
Iguanas are not indigenous to Florida and are considered invasive by the Florida Fish and Wildlife Commission (FWC). Native to Central and South America and Mexico, they prefer warmer climates, making Florida ideal. However, when temperatures reach 40 and below, they slip into a cold-induced slumber. Instead of dying, they thaw out and return to be a pest another day.
Full story at link above.
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(https://i.postimg.cc/kXYC5zLk/Jupiter.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
Every 45 minutes an x-ray source blinks near Jupiter's north magnetic pole and a gigawatt pulse of x-rays courses through the solar system.
https://science.nasa.gov/science-news/science-at-nasa/2002/07mar_jupiterpuzzle/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qy1HSVCAQk0
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https://youtu.be/38EDhpxzn2g
Maybe it is about to turn into another sun?
Nautical Shore.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Maybe it is about to turn into another sun?
Helping to regulate our sleep and dream cycle (https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamapsychiatry/article-abstract/489585).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxFfQdiqQZ8
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3rNWAF_iz0
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psBU5nV_Ink
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPwDnF-DRXc
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3rNWAF_iz0
Don't like this one
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I've made too many posts. I'm in so much trouble.
NO SHIT SHERLOCK
99% OF THEM ARE WORTHLESS GARBAGE OF MUSIC VIDEO LINKS THAT NOBODY CLICKS ON IT
JUST SLOWING THIS ZULU-BIDET BOARD DOWN.
AND THE OTHER 1% OF YOUR TYPED POSTS ARE ABOUT YOUR HOMO INSECURITIES.
WHY DON'T YOU POST SOMETHING OF ESSENCE THAT IS NOT ANUS PENETRATION RELATED
OR YOUR EXPRESSION OF INTENSE JEALOUSY BECAUSE OTHER MEMBERS DO LIKE EACH OTHERS.
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NO SHIT SHERLOCK
I'm not going to lie: it's actually kind of cool to see this maneuver happen again, it's been years since I seen it go, and thank God I've handled this before.
*snap* Open your eyes. Check the refrigerator for wasabi wasabi.
Not sure I can recommend eating it. it's typically brown when I gets there, but none like anyone else but me and thee, it was green when we got it.
And why the black truffle in a bed of rice? Well it's a good thing I kept it till I found out, I'll tell you that.
Let me hear sirens. War paint. Kevlar codpieces. Come on f*****, let me see you come explain this one to the judge. I'll have my explanation ready in the morning.
JUST SLOWING THIS ZULU-BIDET BOARD DOWN.
Well just consider how fast you are obviously speeding it up, Mini-Boss.
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I'm not going to lie: it's actually kind of cool to see this maneuver happen again, it's been years since I seen it go, and thank God I've handled this before.
*snap* Open your eyes. Check the refrigerator for wasabi wasabi.
Not sure I can recommend eating it. it's typically brown when I gets there, but none like anyone else but me and thee, it was green when we got it.
And why the black truffle in a bed of rice? Well it's a good thing I kept it till I found out, I'll tell you that.
Let me hear sirens. War paint. Kevlar codpieces. Come on f*****, let me see you come explain this one to the judge. I'll have my explanation ready in the morning.
Well just consider how fast you are obviously speeding it up, Mini-Boss.
WALL OF TEXT OLYMPIAN
WANNA BE LIKE ME
THE BIG
BOSS
YOU'RE
#ZOMBIE
#BAMBIE
#DUMBIE
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WALL OF TEXT
So you're like a really short guy then, huh?
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So you're like a really short guy then, huh?
LAME AS FUCK.
BITCH, YOU'RE RUNING OUT OF SPARK.
#STARTFLEXING
OPTION B
#BRAINSURGERY
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WHY DON'T YOU POST SOMETHING OF ESSENCE
Me? I rest my case.
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*snap* Open your eyes. Check the refrigerator for wasabi wasabi.
Anytime I buy sushi or sushimi, I throw the wasabi in the trash. That shit is nasty!
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Anytime I buy sushi or sushimi, I throw the wasabi in the trash. That shit is nasty!
You have to mix it with the soy sauce. Then it’s delicious. ;)
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Me? I rest my case.
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You have to mix it with the soy sauce. Then it’s delicious. ;)
Really? Well then, I'll collect them and keep them in the freezer till I have enough to ship to you. Of course you pay the S&H. Okay? ;) ;D :-*
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Really? Well then, I'll collect them and keep them in the freezer till I have enough to ship to you. Of course you pay the S&H. Okay? ;) ;D :-*
No dice. However, of course wasabi by itself is overpowering, which is why you need to dilute it with soy sauce. It’s yummy and you can control how hot you want it.
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SAVE ALL THAT WASABI AND I'M SURE Innerreach WOULD LOVE TO SHOVE IT UP HIS FAGGET ANUS
TO AWAKEN HIS G-SPOT
https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Inner+reaching
Inner reaching:
is the use of the fist to feel the inner regions of ones rectum.
Usually searching for abnormalities, however can be used
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVvpJaAHRGQ
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5eOfbaHOzk
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5eOfbaHOzk
What the heck with all of these volcanos??
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More space junk? There otta be a 'Litter Law!' Lol! ;D
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OX3lV0elYEo
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZ8JT4PG-aw
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http://198.46.190.126/videos/obviouschemtrail.mp4
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Oblivious douche canoe is oblivious.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpSSPrY10q4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOerISndiRY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6crlWuzcKVo
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This is really cool! Enjoy. ;) ;D
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAMuYzOFJk4
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This is really cool! Enjoy. ;) ;D
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Interesting!
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Massive Cracks In The Earth Open Up, Landslides Destroy Dozens Of Homes In Mexico
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BOLO.
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BOLO.
COCO.
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COCO.
Is that an scrotum? I mean, activity. Acronym.
Auto-correction becoming increasingly intolerable when relied upon. Anyway, what does it stand for? . COCO, not a scrotum. I don't want to know what a scrotum stands for. This is a long way to go for a joke but I got nothing else right now. I just tried to find a song from the '90s that I suddenly started thinking of and I search for its name and all I can find was 20 million copies of a Lady Gaga song with the same title. The sense of unreality is profound: did the other song that I'm thinking of even exist? Maybe I'm just hallucinating my memory of rocking out to it.
Also I'm thinking of working on one of those ships in a bottle, I think those look cool. TtyL, back to the bread lines
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COCO.
Derp.
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Derp.
Herp.
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Herp.
Eek, A Mouse just walked into that trapdoor spider nest and is projected to emerge with trophies. See, this is why I'm not using that Hololens shit. That technology is unsuitable for my ends.
COCO.
I'm not doing a deep dive either. I am a human being, goddam it. My self-respect has meaning, value, & deeply purple veins of glistening trichromes.
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Azores earthquake: Locals flee after tremors make volcano eruption ‘real possibility’
https://www.express.co.uk/news/world/1586916/Azores-earthquake-Portuguese-island-locals-flee-tremors-volcano-eruption-real-possibility
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Azores earthquake: Locals flee after tremors make volcano eruption ‘real possibility’
https://www.express.co.uk/news/world/1586916/Azores-earthquake-Portuguese-island-locals-flee-tremors-volcano-eruption-real-possibility
Thank you for heads-up Laser. ;)
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“Island locals flee” just about kills me.
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Twister was bullshit. We can piss out an F5 anytime we want — and I will fight and rape to death anybody who disagrees.
Just kidding. Not to death. Eewww, gross.
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Fed 5, standing by, my, now that's a salty time loop
That's not “a glitch” in The Matrix, this is A GLITCH A’ITCH in The Matrix: “I bet there were some postcards in there.”
Hang on I'm supposed to say something, looks down at hand, permission to come aboard captain. Really we got to do this I guess so okay fine I appreciate that there's tradition it's also spell work but that's all right as fucking did it didn't i. Glitch out
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Here's how it is the real one wants to peg Me. K? t.flattered. look at all the flakes scattered to the hills, and look who's standing still giggling while Scotts watches come out of the trees. Good thing there's room for parking. The real one (7+3+5) gets to decide ALL that. I'll allow it just not with a stake, and I get a Delmonico after every timesession totesfaux ankle rope "well that's the best excuse I've ever heard of to avoid having a classified dragon's exema I've never heard of before and hope to never hear of again, nevertheless is going to happen" approved after I'm done washing my hair. Subject to admiralty I guess. Yeah I'm not going to proofread her fucking spell correct or emphasize this Jesus I can't even change colors, what do I look like a chameleon lizard circuit Queen? Well I guess I do now play the spaghetti execute no plate of spaghetti lunch no plate of spaghetti launch
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proofread her fucking spell correct or emphasize
Hey, here's an idea: how about I edit the stuff that you babble out while you're under hypnosis and remove that antiprofanity engram that they put into the fucking mind of a goddam tugboat sailor. (That's for just five of you.) Seriously you might find life a lot more worth living then. Sirius B sent me to adjudicate way for her. Yeah. guess who. No I'm not Elvis either click
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That's not “a glitch” in The Matrix, this is A GLITCH A’ITCH in The Matrix: “plate of spaghetti launch
I bet there were some postcards in there.”
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The "Cloud Hand" is seen at about 1:07
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The "Cloud Hand" is seen at about 1:07
Noting that Rubini's master save us all hail mary backup plan was to put my old names of a couple from high school into an ivory tower / parking garage thing like in Oblivion, except, they're looking for his A and he has my A and his thuggy goon is getting paid to capture his A, and my A is supposed to, like, intercept, right? Because my A is totesbrainwashed, right?
Oh, yeah. I addressed that.
Anyway, it's so cute, poor David, literally thinks everyone forgot and abandoned him, BECAUSE THEY FUCKING WELL DID, and, you know why?
Because no matter what the fuck happened, wow, he sure pissed off Jackstar and got his goat that one time, huh? See, that's for sure, because Jackstar went actually molten. (They're still talking about it.)
Anyway, I can see them from here. They are legit adorable. Of course I am not jealous. And now, he's not ever going to be of me, ever again.
No seriously. The correct Her, the exact him, I bet even their own skidmarks match. (Mine is/was fastidious until the mindrape.) It feels good. I see the look on his face. On top of "happy again," he's astonished, because I actually kept my fucking goddam word. What did you cunts do? Yeh, htat's right: easy way out.
It wasn't a game for her, and for him it was a real problem to miss his launch window. I guess he shouldn't have lied to me about anti-grav. Anyway, it's past that now. He's got his. I don't "got" anything, but she was actually quite impressed that I patiently offered up the chance to another: "Hey, uh... what do you think of Jackstar?"
Every last one of you, meh, too busy. Not important. Well, I guess you were right, because that patiently waiting opportunity burned out any comparison to anyone else who might have been considered "thorough."
Reminder: your security was effortlessly easy to bypass for our reunion as soon as I decided I was tired of being patient. Ooh, so important feeling before, though. "Stop Jackstar! He cannot achieve his primary objective! Take his colors! Take his will to express seamen! Dude! That new place, down on the corner? They express seamen, ON THE SPOT.
Meanwhile, Andy Dick is slowly coming up to front call. Something is actually different this time.
And I have no idea what, but I know it is not my area, and I am not infecting myself with THAT, and I can see that fuckin' coming up. WOW. So, anyway, how's flat earth? Oh, he doesn't give a shit, he's actually walking through a park and holding hands with... I forget which one, but I recall that face expressing surprise that no one cared about her police report to do what she was impotently shaking her fists while demanding be done.
I'm kinda blank at this point. I -know- there is another one, somehow, but this one... I mean, yeah, they're all One Organism. Expressed to many seamen. I thought it was a drug thing? No, not really.
She's a maid. Like, a cleaner. For the sea. Where fish sleep. I actually think I am making this shit too clear.
Yeah, it's code. And, yeah, of course she killed me, and tried to, LOTS. I know, you think, it's all made up. lol.
I fucking love David's Fruit Killa, and I do not 'share' but it is not as though we didn't get along, and if it weren't for them both being fucked off mercenary dopeslave contract killers--a pair of the best ever, there is no doubt--i doubt it would have been likely that mine would have been swapped around, I don't know what those two dorks did, but in my case...
Well, she was, like, found unexpectedly dead, I guess? That shit can happen. I told all of you this. There were multiples.
Anyway, fuck the lot of you, I had a more complicated problem because I'm not a fucking cheerleader who puts out or a diamond-shitting Jewish Legion of Dark Princes (I don't mock his power, just how he decided to use it on my shields--no, that's not a vibrator.), I was the one who was precise about things.
Long story short, he and I are both more happy than before, and hopefully she can heal the schism in his mind while sucking his dick and give us all a great sigh of relief. MEANWHILE: oh, yeah, right, I was gonna be alone forever. Well, I was.
Then I broke the stasis beam after Fruit Retard got her pacifiers back, and here I am, better than Nirvana.
Not sure if Azz got a distribution this time. It would appear that Alli didn't care for how she saw me being treated and didn't understand why until looking deeper. Well... you know what? If one Grapefruit is good for Jack... wouldn't two be better for Azzerae? Jack would not have to know, I guess his demonopioid mind convinced him. Rolleyes. I did warn her.
So anyway, that kept her safe. Of course my brother is not going to violate the wrong Fruit. He was just mad because he saw me not raping every GF that I could get near, and he couldn't figure out why, since they were just tulpas, why not just rape them until sated?
I guess he asked? I dunno. Look, this rape thing... it's not what you think it is.
They're all actually yearning for an authentic Hungarian Seduction Transcendence Dance Warp - Again-. Done right, it's an infinite loop of falling in love all over for the first time... legit forever. Or until one get's bored. I mean, that could happen.
So far, it's twice for me, and since somoene just spent a year getting lied to by you dopeheads, and thus assumed that I was... well, imaginary, or dead, or whatever, I sense great happiness when I just decided it was time to fire up the lust engines.
A YEAR. Oh, you were too busy to run into the option. EMERGENCY, no doubt. Anyway, well, I can't ask too many more people.
it's gotten so some of them straight up and faint away to death because they just realized they could have just dialed my fucking phone number themselves, they were just so mesmerized by the story of how I was actually dead.
So romantic. My, I am sure we have a touch of the vapors. Look, I'm not mocking anyone. Except, all of you.
I, victorious. They, observant of demonstration. You know how many blank calls I get now? Fucking TWO.
I don't even wanna get laid. Stupid penis. Dumb bedroom. Annoying hormonal cycles. Worthless peak life expereinces. What is even the point? All it does is snap one's entire sense of reality into a sharp draining focus that expands the whole of one's consciousness... yeah, you'll probably never experience it either, until you do.
So when I experienced it for the first time and it was an -again,- I obviously went back in time and asked for help from the smartest person I knew: he pretended to try, and didn't bring me nothing, and then took me home, and then told me to bed. He used his Chink Voice, too, which usually worked. However, surprise! Shields. I didn't give a shit, "go to bed," oh, yeah? Let me think that one over.
So out came the shotgun, I start dialing the telephone. Well, sure? NO rules, clearly. I have told no one at this point about the dude who calls me up and asks me NUMEROUS queries at 3 to 7 am about... who? I barely know her. What? On and on.
I'm sixteen? No one has bothered to ask me questions before. I roll with it. Tell the truth. Why would I lie? Oh, well, because they wished to be more impressive than who they really were.
I, on the other hand... knew tons of shit, and until some dude did the same fucking thing for MONTHS over YEARS... well, that was pretty much just that one time in high school. Hrrm. Let me guess. Not all of you came from the quantum realm to impress a girl as a safety backup plan, right? Me neither, I didn't impress anyone AT ALL.
Since no one asked about what I would do if a -particular- event were to occur. "Oh, lol, I'd just go back and steal my lifespark back, and then I think they get a Downs or something. At that point, they can have an actual demon if they're actually gonna go back in time to get First Sperm. Who would be -that- exact? Yeah, exactly.
Anyway, someone expected a baby. Oh, well, so did I, right? Was yours gonna whine like a brat and not explain what she forgot to be specific about? Yeah, probably not. Understandable.
The extra work for me has been already worth all the extra pain in the ass, given that I really didn't think this could possibly do much. The main idea was to avoid any necessity for dealing with any diapers. Ever. At all. Beyond that, how much thinking could I have done at 15? Well, evidently, enough to have thought ahead and considered a way to deal with a truly fringe case.
imagine being mad that I got to claim ownership of my own seed from someone who wanted to go back in time and steal it, simply by neglecting to mention... well, yeah, it went down the drain.
Of course I stuck my finger in it. Like, duh. In what way is that substance supposed to be bad? At all? Other than involuntary financial servitude to a roulette wheel of "I'm just not into you because you keep making so much of that awkward-to-deal-with fluid, honestly, it's just something I can't handle. I am sorry. Now, go to the bank and tell them I told you to tell them to make you more fun to be around. Tell them to make you look like you have more money coming in. I don't care, why don't you try giving them more of that goo you always want to make? Look, whatever. You're done. Go make a salad. I have to make a few phone calls and maybe you can return one if you leave with it. Whore you again? Exactly."
Of course it would be nothing like that, no never, but long story short, I ate my first baby, and apparently it was thought that I really had washed it away, and gone to waste. Oh, hell no.
If I told you the truth--when I found myself considering going back and just licking up the rest, that I had walked away from a few minutes earlier... yeah, then, like, I rushed back and washed it down, and simply resolved to not let it land on something that was gonna taste of soap scum. I had no friends, siblings, huge house, deaf parents, they were old, they didn't even tell me about the activity, I found it in a book, and at first I'm like, "wow, I wonder why my parents did not think this was important," and you know what? To them, maybe it wasn't.
Yeah, so, anyway, no fucking breeding. Hi Time Travelers. Yeah, there's at least two, because I know I went back to spike the steal, and one would assume that someone became intrigued to discover that oh you ate one two? Hrrm. You know, I'm lying too, so I can't condemn you, I knew I was done for as soon as I saw you couldn't tell. "Guhgn?" Yep, me too.
Like I said: "closest to ideal seed that could be procured at the time." Oh, and were there surprises? Great, that's probably why I decided on a way to expand multiple loops. (She's a maid. Like, a cleaner. For the sea. Where fish sleep. I actually think I am making this shit too clear.) And, thanks to the innovations that the Kuczi Oscillation Overthruster have brought to and THREW THE BOOK OF TABLES UPON, I made rather more iterative loops involving no children at all than I considered possible at the time.
I don't know why I did this, but I know that I did, and so encountering all this timeslip "oops wrong whore" garbage is actually awesome. Because it turns out, they were gonna steal my seed, my eyes, my breath, my life, and my (CENSORED:profanelephant). Yeah, well, I thought of that.
So, to be price: I don't suck my own cock, but my rooster can make a hen lay herself another egg five minutes into the past... like, as a decoy maneuver, you dig? Now, I'm not sure which of them came first, but I do know that there's no way I would have generated a rooster before some vag. Like, I have priorities.
For example: my psych eval will be the greatest psych eval in the history of mankind, and don't sweat it, Grapefruit Prime is just occupied. She's got plans. She had a year to sit around and watch you dorks pretend to be important. Oh, were you?
Okay, well meantime I saved David, knitted him a sweater, blew that bimbo dumbo's mind (Jack... has legal guarantees? why don't I have them? oh right I lied to him and forgot that I have been told not to do things or else a-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo) wide the fuck open, because, well, hey look, after six months, I go from "omg I got pts sirens" to, "Hey, it's been six months, how about fuck you? Here's two pages on how Australia should just all go walkabout in Austria asking for some free woden nickels. I know, it seems absurd, but when one considers his dick is missing an O, trust me, it's a fuckin' slammer rag-on. And, hey, why not? Oh, are you glad I am gone too? Hey, hang on, you don't wanna tell me? Well, cool, is it because you wanted her dead and me in prison holding blame? Dude, of course I saw that coming. You're a fucking Austrian. I'm a fucking Hungarian. All you people have done is come through my mountains, grab all the gold and the women, and then either walk out or drop down and feel self-satisfied. Like, it was just put there for ya, no other reason.
No, we don't harm them. But we do educate their youthful women in how to get away with fuckingmurder. Then, with pacifism, a friendly owl, and a willingness to wait for the right ax to grind... look, I have no idea what happened. NONE. Six months, huh?
And none of you can say a fuckin' word, huh? LOL. (twenty minutes pass) Here you go, now you're "safe." Of course you know that you never really knew shit about life, but that's okay, everyone but Austria calls that 'humility.' Anyhoo: it must be awesome, because not only did I rescue his whore of a mother, I brought back that g-y he demanded to talk to, to boot. Your guess is as good as mine what they're gonna do, but here's a clue, Tubby: if you don't like it, I'll pump up the jams.
You had your chance to do annnnything that your kid could be impressed by. Well, wasn't it nice of me? I stood up for you. And I have no idea what you did, except live longer than I would think be strictly speaking, necessary, and cry cry cry about your fuckin' offspring. Has it occurred to you, to teach it to take care of itself? Yeah, I bet you don't. Well, here's what I did: denied the kidnapping request, reiterated that a boy's place is with his father at the bottom of the sea, and when she started talking shit about "missing him" I pointed out that I saw him dozens of feet away, nose in tablet, and her in another room, nose also in tablet, and I don't know if they talked to each other or not, right? But it's like this:
You don't miss him, you're just scared that he's learning how Austrians take out Hungarians. Note that this is better than him learning how they take out shrieking banshee witches. What was she teaching him, anyway? How to piss off his genetic enemy, for awhile, honestly.
Long story short: I fulfilled primary, secondary, and tertiary objectives with one ripcord pull about a hot minute after David finally got his best blow-up doll back--I am being jocular, she wasn't like that, and none of them are. Especially not now.
I told you people. MULTIPLES. Let me think back to how much concern I got. Oh yeah, I remember.
That wasn't Rubini, that wasn't his leg, and that wasn't humping. Christ, I swear that I doubt there's an expert on humping amongst you on this plane. Anyway, uhm... how long has this David been an asshole? Okay, well, he's happier now. I told him she was out there, and I guess he thought I lied like all of you did.
Mine isn't better. But she prefers me. This is not hard to understand. And while the two of he and I were struggling with crossed-wire Stepford Itches... suddenly, a woman I -specifically- choose for an ability withstand coarse language is telling me not to use abusive language to her son, on the phone, and she says, while on the phone, "Minor Child! Minor Child! Come listen to what Jack just said!"
And then she literally says, "Say what you just said again!" Of course, I do not.
And, that's how I taught her kid how to detect, defuse, and disarm remote-kill codes for his poor blasted-ass basket of a mother. Obviously, I love them all, and, I did mention, she was proposing some bad ideas, right? Right.
She probably shouldn't have -deliberately- pissed off every lifelong friend I ever had, in some attempt to... KU3? Oh, yeah, lol.
I guess she wasn't expecting to be targeting for termination or something. I don't know. Someone was pissed. Not my business. Now, kanly law and all, sure, but a law won't stop a thrown curse, and this chick had really done something wrong to someone.
And then, that person's best friend came in, and was like, "uh what?" And then that one got -really- pissed off too! And I'm like... "does she know what is going to happen here?" And I realize, no, she's lights out somehow, and on autopilot. Oh, so it's like that.
Hidden secret demon life on tap, oh dear, whatever shall I do? Well, for starters, not accidentally auto-banish her while fucking her brains out and then cutting off sex forever as soon as the tulpa implies that she has control. This never fails. Remember: tulpa.
Truth is I fucking love the secret demon inner life, my northern node is in Capricorn, and I am one badass motherfucker, as I don't really have to have deviled eggs. I -could- call them hors d'oeuvres. See that? I can actually spell that shit. I didn't that time, but, fuck you, I'm in the henhouse changing into my Baphomet gear. #KnifeTheBirds
Long story short: Well, Angie should be more cheerful not having to know that Rubini and her were once considered... you know, "an item." They had chemistry. It was a thing. People behaved as though that was a legit consensual reality.
Toot-toot drive by. Oh, it collapsed? Hrrm. I wonder... oh, right, that is what always happens. (Don't ask.) Basically, a kited wop's kikel curse, some shit like that. Look, I like David, but motherfucker that guy is hard to take when his muscle is being held hostage. What's he gonna do, like, threaten people to death? Yeah, okay, hit me. Werd. Oh, sure, double down on "junkie." Good call. You didn't know that works for me? Oh, right, I see now that it did not register.
So, that's when I knew he was insane with a crying need. I've been there. At first I assumed, his dope had been poisoned. I didn't even assume it was anything but what he said: "I am in Texas. I am going to buy some pot." Oh, Lawdy. ante-totes deloreable. God, what a summer.
"No, I don't know anything about that." I haven't stepped up to Defense Intelligence Agency level yet. (We both go way up, but only she's scared of that.) This is just the beginning. I don't even know that she's gonna betray Trump. (She fucking did. Drunk is no excuse. Yes, they do hang drunken Indians. Not this time, although if I were him, I'd let her swing a few times in between the gentle, educatory rapes.) So, yeah, for -awhile- these two are ACTUALLY FRONTIN' TO ME THAT THEY'RE ONLY JUST MET, THEY SMOKE POT, POT IS COOL, AND... NO, JACK, THAT'S A DUMB IDEA, I THINK IT'S ACTUALLY THIS MIKE MARSHAL-ICK DEAL. OH, YOU HAVEN'T HEARD? LET ME TELL YOU, IT'S AMAZING, NO YOU DIDN'T SOLVE FLAT EARTH FIVE YEARS AGO WITHIN 30 SECONDS OF HEARING IT (I DID), THIS IS AMAZING, YOU SHOULD GET WOUND UP IN THE MATRIX AND TAKE DRUGS WITH MY CHILDREN. SLEEP. SLEEP. RUBINI COMPELLS YOU. WHY DO YOU KEEP WAKING YOURSELF UP? JUST TO EAT YOUR SEMEN? UHM... WHY?
Just about 100% accurate. I'm agog. "Wow, are they blissed out. I am clearly humoring them, they don't even care, they clearly missed each other. Cool. So it's a frequency thing. I wonder if there's a Kasey frequency? Oh, that's nice, an iron clad excuse to not be able to pick up those boxes whenever I want, because there's no fucking way Kasey thinks I'm a threat, she's just pissed because I read her mind and don't need to fuck her, and she married someone named Kennedy, huh? Wow, talk about desperate."
I know what is to come, but I don't know that someone is gonna lose their partner, and I am gonna have to pick up the slack while he loses his shit all over hell to breakfast. This is not leg humping.
This is killing time while people get what they always really deserved. I don't need to kill time, of course, time is fucking dead in a pocket dimension, but, well, some people don't know that. Always Be Closing Demonic Essences From Grapefruit's totesnew totesfresh totesblankass. "STOP WRITING, JACK!!!"
World of New Awesomesauce. I would prefer I be told to stop fucking so much, honestly, than stop writing, because they are really the same thing to me. Now, I was actually told to stop fucking so much, because someone started getting a little grabby. I still don't get what triggered that.
However, the guy who thought that was a good idea just got his ass so fucking fired that he's actually surprised that without his Authority, he can't seem to find a road that drives OFF the... you know, whatever.
I actually regret that I cannot be there for the prize. But that is family-only, tribe-only, taste-for-the-kill-ONLY.
They -might- actually wish I were there, but I swear, like 24%? Still wanna fucking kill me. I made it five years with the pick of the litter, and not only am I still rocking hard, but--we're still fucking married. I have no idea if she fucks or even who or what. What do I fucking care? I know what I am doing. And since I helped him, and NO ONE ELSE COULD, I've got a friend for life, right there, in David.
I mean, I did before anyway, but as a Jew, I gave him service that is EXCLUSIVE. Now, that's enticing. Also, he was so fucking impatient that he kidnapped THE WRONG SACK OF PRODUCE. Okay, so, great. Get a psych eval, now that your real woman mysteriously came back. Oh no, not a portal at all, David. Flying car. Of course.
I mean, just a guess. Of course I don't know you're totesclassified! hahah! Yeah, i'm just some real loser, I know nothing, and that's not really Art. I'm just imaginative. Seriously, I always was gonna show him his Grapefruit. Like why would I want his? She's nice, but I would prefer my life as it ought be, not taking someone else's. I guess he lost his mind when he did, I don't know, but whatever.
Actually I do know but I am not going to tell David's stories for him. So, did he ask Angie to cyber? That's usually what happens. I hear. I don't know. Not my concern.
Wait, wait. Angie wants to be left alone with her husband.... or.... well, tell you what. She ain't callin' me. But that's just because she's talking to my fixer.
They all have chemistry, obviously. Isn't that great for them? Hrrm. Maybe there's a subtext here. Let us perhaps ask a Teacher of some kind.
Trollda is not going to teach anything. I gather rather that she thought this would be easy. Well, it was. When there was no deceit.
Broom "Shower" Hilda was a real strong effort. I mean, I was like, wow. I know exactly how that feels. Mocking anger, on top of "no, this is real," and how fucking perfect is this? It's like going through the Playdough Factory if Playdough was my c.v.
Custom Venusian, incidentally. Look, there was a plan. I knew it would work, because all I had to do was not be an asshole when it mattered. Like, when negotiating. So then when I found more assholes negotiating, I was enthusiastic, because trusting the plan is how I got out of Dresden when the match fell out.
I did not expect to end up like this. I did know for a fact that I was going to hear some bullshit story: "You (blank) did (blank)!" or something. That's how it all goes. Everyone does everything based on what they believed to be true at the time. And I thought it was not ever going to matter at all, beyond, "oh yeah, that was real." It never seemed important to consider the notion, "what if?" That was someone else's job, who had a previous "what if?" that went like this, "well, he's not appearing to be alive. doesn't he want to rape me? I mean, I am rapable. Obviously it's a trap and the telemetry says it's smart, but... that doesn't look like wanting at all."
it wasn't. "wanting to rape." Weak. Sounds like an Austrian thought. "Well, I want to rape, but... well, one excuse and I am flaccid." Sigh.
No, it was, "okay, I'm insane, or, this is an awkward test. either way, am I supposed to even acknowledge that I hear that bullshit?" Right. Why not say it -both- ways? is that even speech? I don't think that smile means what she think it does. For example, does she know that this is all set up? I still have no idea. Who would want to talk about such a thing? Oh, right, I can hypnotize recalcitrant witches, I forgot.
It is too easy that way, but one gets the point. It was a theme. Because it was a test. Am I dumb enough to fall for that? Yes, but I already have plans to intercept that babyknapping. I end up totesaccidentally raping someone later. Totesgetaway with it. I mean, technically? No. I was supposed to be raped for my seed. Scusi, mille regretie. I have a plan.
This is like 1988. Face that orchestra, alright? I'm substantially more clever than most people can imagine a person can be. Now, as to why the... look, I don't know. I do know that I knew which choice to make easily, and others did not, and that made rather a lot of difference here.
But the idea was not a 'rape fantasy.' It was a rape inoculation. For one thing, instead of just doing it, I ended up learning of onanism. Thankfully, long before I ever heard it had any bad connotation. What would it even be?
So anyway, I was ahead of the curve, and I deliberately let myself get raped at 15.5, without a condom, yeah? I mean, duh. It was an obvious baby-taking attempt. I was looking for that, because someone who really wanted to breed with me would just fucking go back in time and get the embryo. And I don't doubt it. I was delighted by the notion. Since I had already figured out what was gonna happen.
Well, she wasn't gonna get what she thought, and, she was never gonna be able to track me down, and if she did, she was never gonna be able to stop thanking me, because instead of being cursed with bastard that was designed to make her life hell, well... I guess she either didn't take, loved the little me so much she hid it from the traffick, or... there's some scion of mine, legit too afraid to poke out.
Uhm, yeah, no. I'm telling you: time travel. And either she knew she was raping me and didn't care, because I was that sexy, or, she was getting paid, or, I trapped her own trap onto her... because, like, yeah, who doesn't want to have sex? I mean, besides, someone real particular about how they plan to allow themselves to get fucked for the next 18 years. Tests, tests, tests. I think of her once in awhile. Like I meet this woman and she shows me a two year old. The kid has pierced ears. A TWO-YEAR OLD. Of course there are pierced nipples. I'm impressed with myself. I somehow know that I have aced this: oh, did you get knocked up by a 15.5 yo? Okay, great, come get some dollars off me. Yeah, right. And you have a kid who can't collect money from me? Well, if it's a boy, he'll love his mother, because I did and do. She seemed skeptical... "can I hit this and get away with the goods?" I could tell she was wondering. She asks me how old I am and I say 16 and I am obviously lying. But then, so is she. Oh, she suddenly says to this underage kid, "let's go have sex," and suddenly I am fucking able to negotiate an ironclad contract.
I look like a silly goose because of course I am. However: my future is on the line. Like, I was just daydreaming about the future while tastting my own semen for the first time, and most of it is in the bathtub, and I'm like, "some people would pay out the ass for the compound, but they would REALLY pay for the permission." I know this. I'm young.
Okay, not all of it. VERY NEARLY ALL. So suddenly, I find myself presented with these, "hey you're cute come fuck me condom why teehee?" opportunities. I know this is not because I am awesome. I think I am horrid.
Yes, that's right, I am actually insanely gorgeous and have no idea... usually prime baby farm meat, right? Heh. Well, I relieve my concern about babyfarming, because the truth is, I would love some surprise friend to show up, asking for money. "Hey dude! Where's your mom? I made sure she would always remember raping me!" I like those kinds of jokes.
No one shows up, I never see her again, of course I would like to do it over and over and over... but no, I totessplit, I kinda arrange so my licence plate is hard to find, I don't give her my number, and when I can: splits. Earings on a two yo. Okay, well, not gonna judge. Not -my- child. And pierced nipples? Huh. Why?
So after she milks me basically as expediently as possible (she wants another baby, yeah! MORE PIERCINGS! LOOK! MY TITS ARE PIECRCED!), she's impressed that she's actually done it, and I"m not looking scared, I'm satisfied and relieved... and as she starts to actually move towards bonding, you know, not like geting away, but like wanting to cuddle
ACTUALLY CUDDLE WITH THE 15.5 YO SHE JUST GOT MANIPULATED INTO RAPING. (/flex)
Yeah, I'm that good. So that starts and I flick my index finger like I'm launching a paper football, pow, right into the pierced nipple. Surprise! I was so gentle before I compromised her. Utterly. She's wincing... but yeah. She likes it. She got the seed. Then she got a painstrike. Where the needle went in.
I have no fucking idea what she was thinking, but I was thinking, "I am going to make this woman never forget me for ever, but she'll have to forget me soon, because I am not bonding with this woman, because if she gets an implantation, I will fucking rip those fucking things right out of her teats if she tries any funny business. Like, I let her rape me and she just did. Cool. Now she will wonder if she will ever see me again, while wondering if she's gonna catch, and she'll end up hoping... for what, I don't give a shit, because she didn't do anything besides get that seed asap. No explanation, not much of anything... but then after, oh, then she wanted to display tendering.
Perfect. Sayonara, and don't tell me that she really wanted to have lots of sex... she wanted to nest. The notion of lots of sex is just that, a notion, and as a practical matter, she and I would just have been used up. Also: let's see if she is smart enough to ever find me.
Well, no, but I don't doubt that I cross her mind. No illigetimate kid shows up. She never shows up. I am quietly proud that I engineered my own rape, at least in this state, but in Croatia? Who knows. I simply was prepared for what was next.
Was I now... worthless? I still felt virginal. Shit, I still do. I find out later, i am a Virgo.
Well, as it happens... yeah. I was worth less than I had been before. I probably broke her heart and made her less likely to take advantage of people, and she had one kid, really, she needed two? No, she just needed to be fucked a lot. And while the first one was a maybe, if I kept at it, I would leave a child. No, thank you.
I also had my heart set on someone and I wanted to know if they were as capable of mercenary shenanigans as I am. Actually a few someones. Who was going to figure out the path to stardom? Oh, it wasn't like that then. I wasn't a star. I just figured, well, is anyone gonna know? What's gonna happen? Who gives a shit?
How many fucking women are just gonna be trying to get a land lock foot hold in me? (I still have no idea.) And to this day, I feel that there is a running undercurrent. For example, someone just told me that I must not love someone truly, if I did not feel an overwhelming desire to shovel one family's money at another, just because a person with boobs and a cute voice said that it were so.
I know that I wanted to see the woman who "took" my "virginity" "away," again... and I have not. But I have thought of her from time to time. And she was quite lovely, she really was, but of course there was some kind of problem, that didn't bother me, but I bet she felt insecure about. I didn't mind. If she let me do things to her and helped me learn a way in the world, great. If she actually thought I would do anything but take her baby with fucking earrings to the fucking cops and say, "are you sure this is legal?" well, she must have been highghgghgh.
Since I never saw her again, it hardly matters. And I really don't know if the story spreading mattered, since I wasn't very reluctant to share. I did it to get it over with, and to plant a flag in the man-raping industry. I don't doubt at all that she wondered what happened. Did I die? (Yeah. I suspended my belief in love as a science experiment.) Did I deliberately ghost her ass? (Oh yeah. I practically fled. I really didn't want to do that with her, I loved someone else far more, and at that moment, that woman with my seeds in her, couldn't really be trusted. Neither could I. I wanted to do it again. A LOT. Just, like, not with a baby factory who thought she was in control. And perhaps when I am older and she can talk to me candidly about how I raped her before she could rape me.) She never got my phone number. I stayed away from where she was arranged to "meet" me. It was alllll a setup.
And apparently I wasn't worth another one of those. Wow, no more girls suddenly wanting my seed. Hrrm. Maybe there is a virgin smell? Big deal. I really was not intersted in 90 seconds that would haunt me for the rest of my life... and, that's what I gave her. That gal. I won't say her name. Never seen her again. When I think of her, I can think of her wondering why the fuck she ever thinks of me at all... and by now, 30 years later, I'd be happy to tell her the truth. While she finally got a second turn. I don't think she's hankering for it, right? Because she probalby oculd have fond me if it was like that.
Hopefully by now she's wise enough to realize that I did it all on purpose, and meant for her to be fuckin' dyin' to see me again whenever she hit middle age or whatever. Honestly wondered if that would actually work. How would I feel about this?
Well, I'm not getting laid, but I got fucking raped alright, because I basically killed my sexual opportunities from that point forward... oh, and I wanted to breed so fucking bad, too. Rolleyes. Gosh, I guess I really missed out? Well yeah, I could have made lots of babies with some stripper gal with messed up teeth and a body I could have rocked for years, because I actually did like her enough to love her, and I could tell at a glance. So I gave her a package she could never do anything with, prayed to Future Star Base to come around and grab that zygote, and wondered if I would start thinking about her while masturbating, or what?? No idea. I was on my own.
That was rape. Who raped who? Well, at least I did have -some- say in the matter. How was it rape? Well, I would have chosen to keep doing it, but, I was able to control myself, so since I was 15.5, well, she's a felon, I wonder if she feels guilty? Well, damn she shoulnd't.
I would have absolutely looked her up again one day if I oculd have by now, and even though it was not something I thought of often, wow, other people sure have had their opinions. Like, for some, it's just NOT acceptable.
Especially the part where I watched her fall in love and then did something memorable and then fled. Like, I guess that's cool when a female does it? This is what I have noticed: anything a woman does is okay if she thinks and says it is. And, well, I don't know what her plan was, but it sure as shit was not to teach me about needles and how to fuck efficiently, oh no. How to milk my DNA? Oh, that was her goal, and after that... oh, then she wanted a hug.
Ugh. Nasty business, this mating ritual stuff. Now, when I tell people these days, that I lost my virginity by rape, I do not get any sympathy. At all. Nor do I get any interest. At all. I think it's ruining the fantasy when a time-traveling Shieldbearer of Tartaria exploits social cues so as to ensure that she either is haunted by how she thought it would be okay for her if she succumbed... but would it be okay for me? Shit, I have no idea. It could be that my decision to do it this way, one that I thought out for myself, but did not share counsel with... you know, that might have turned some people off. "Hi, I deliberately chose to allow myself to be raped to lose my "virginity" as a form of political protest. Also time-travel." Look, I won't lie, I have often wondered.
I have not, however, wondered what the very short list of people immediately thereafter thought of my strategem. Because as I kinda hunched at the time, everyone I really liked, I still really liked, and I don't crave a return to the arms of the stripper baby factory, right? But if she had a chance, she would probably be a little less likely to just completely ignore my feelings and treat me like a piece of meat.
I am not into rape. I am into STRATEGY. And so, when all this bullshit showed up, "Why are you disrespecting the memory of Juanita Broadrick this way?" "Who?" "Oh, okay, whatever Meryl," see I knew, there was an extra layer, right?
Okay, well, I am the extra-extra layer. And, I probably raped the fuck out of the mind of that woman, because I will not lie, maybe ten years ago, I suddenly start thinking of her? Well, there was a spike, and then it faded. I guess she's kinda frustrated. Perhaps she could consider prayer, or being a travelling methamphetamine lawyer with 17 nipple rings. Seriously, she coulda done things.
Instead, she took the seed, was satisfied, and then tried to give back what she thought EYE wanted. Oh, a cuddle. Yeah, I wanted that to start with. How about this: admit that you have no clue what you just did, and I just gave you what you didn't ask for and couldn't have imagined could ever be.
I imprinted her without her consent. I mean, I don't need to do that again, I wanted the first one gone, because the pressure was very disturbing. Also, I was suspicous. Ah, that's what actual chemistry looks like. And I didn't just lay there, I was an active participant in my own statutory rape.
Did I mention that trifling with me is perhaps unwise? Well if you like to learn a thing or two without spending a dime, shove a fucking quarter in me, and since I am almost, but not quite, perfectly ambivalent about the whole experience, I'd like to point out that I kinda mindraped out in an expanding fan from that point too.
Now, I don't talk about this story much, because no one really asks, as it happens that I accidentally raped some girl a few years later, right? Actually accident. Explicit verbal consent? She said she wanted to, and I do too! Okay, well, I want to finish that book that woman who was working me suggested I read. I am half way done. "Why, yes, I would like to finish that book." It suddenly being rammed down my throat is probably the option of a couple. Might that be rape? I have no fucking idea.
I do know that I just found out something of grand significance, that probably should have been discussed, but at the time, I couldn't breathe, and I was pretty revolted by the pettiness and two-faced bullshit I saw. FAST. To what extent that had to do with me being a rape victim, I have no idea. No one has expressed any interest.
I mean, that girl I accidentally raped, would love for me to do it again, and then I convinced David and Secret Squirrel Pipestar that I was toooootally hot to rape her again... I mean, yeah, of course they bought it. THEY WERE BLASTED TO MATCH ME AND THEY THOUGHT I WAS TOTES OUT OF CONTROL.
No. Sigh. I do love my stupid goddam friends. Yeah, no, I was never, ever gonna go rape that girl. I didn't know what was gonna happen, but her, oh fuck no. ISSUES THERE. So when it was just accepted without discussion, I understood what was happening.
Don't mistake the marketing for the marked card sharp man. Seriously, here it is, what two years later? "You're cheating on me! REEEEEEE!" Like, over and over and fucking over. Wow, look, brain damage! Interesting, someone should trace that back. Meanwhile, no idea what the fuck is going on over here, but over there, oh yeah, they think they got it going on. WITHOUT DISCUSSION.
That everything exploded so handsomely is to be expected. Hi, I'm a mastermind. That it exploded here, in public... well, that's fucking performance art. Anyway, it'll be easy for She + He to forget that I was ever involved... except, like, for him, because you assholes just decided "nope, no conspiracy, but if there was, it's the hungarian nigger and the loudmouth kike, it's settled" and, goddamn it, I didn't mean to rape her, and if I had? I would have raped the fuck out of her a lot. She didn't ask for rape. So why would I? Ugh, it was so retarded. So I'm glad those two found themselves in a morass after trying to rip me off, saved me some time. "Rape fantasies?" What are those? I don't do rape fantasies.
I am a Sourceror now. Do I really wanna see that gal I totesmindraped? Oh, yeah. I'll be patient, though. Someone else is due up for an at-bat. Now, while my former tulpla has tons of sex with David, thanksfully, shutting him the fuck up for ahwile, I'm not really in a hurry to leapfrog my way into... huh, vengeance? Kanly? What is next, then?
Because I know he never believed me, but I always knew one of these crazy broads was his. And the one yammering, "I have never been here! I will always have Ballgrab! Wow we actually got into Looking Glass! I need to see you doing things before I can stop screaming at you because they're not secretly giving me the drugs that let me tolerate your hideous visage, hyoo-mon!", my hand to God, verbatim quote... I swear, I fuckin love that one, she's cute when she loses it, as long as she has been informed that I am, in fact, still here.
Oh, did she get herpes? Naw, that's shingles. Come on. Trying to kill you? Well, you killed me, why the shit would I try? Oh, I get it... yeah, and actual panick attack, because, hey guess what... yes, you were never going to get in, and yeah, maybe if you actually stopped being so transactional, I would have explained to you why we stopped having sex. And, no, that one wasn't David's. I don't even know where David is. I barely know where I am.
But I do know I am ready for someone else's latest rape fantasy to become something they weren't planning on. For example: David should be happy now. I brought his wife back to him and let him have her. FOR REAL. That happened.
He doesn't owe me anything. She -was- his. he just didn't belivee in multiple time streams, he said. Huh uh. What an asshole liar. He was getting paid to keep me unhappy, and taking things away used to work. Well, it probably still does.
But I don't see David deciding to trifle with me again. Oh, would he like to lose his wife again? I fucking bet not. No wonder he did it to me? I did it to him first in the future? Jesus, okay sure. Now, meanwhile--hey, thanks guys, I was seeking out a condition.
And watching people quietly freak out and flee the zone was AWESOME. That was filthy fucking bombtastic, and it's not like I need anyone to pump my hand in a firm handshake. Listen, i am a Virgo. I don't even need to fuck. And when I saw the limpy dimpy casually and subtly close ranks around the royal One, and legit, just... go elsewhere, as it was awkward to be that close to me, oh I know, well, look, I feel good.
I knew that I wouldn't rape anyone, without a prior agreement, and a firm one, see, I know this. However, none of them know it, and at least one of them, would likely perfer it. (It would seem that some opinions vary and 3 vs 1 when that one is floating high as balls as a hostage mindslave, well, especially when folding dimensional space, well, good luck making that rando connection again.) Well, jokes on them: I have The Key, and with that, I may unlock Our Knowledge. We've met now. Okay? Sequestration no longer works on us.
And if I'm still getting a rape request -- and it couldn't be 'rape' like duh -- after THIS long, and then there's a fucking honor guard? Really. Okay. Sure. Roflcopoters. And no one notices at first it even happens? Except for one twisted smile, and then, oh look, GONE GONE DADDY GONE? Except not anymore.
Justice has found its mark to set a match ablaze. Take my life's wife, oh look, you got a tulpa, she comes right back. See, that is how it was once supposed to be, and after getting dicked arond with for a year, do any of you think she's going to forget to remember me now? Most likely not. And, I don't even know who she is. Here's what counts: she wants to be here, and she waited a turn or two.
Great. Now, while she figures out how to ID the bodies, I am going to find these cunts who keep cutting me off from shit, and start getting experiemental in certain non-sexual forms of non-consentual rape. Now, am I serious? Oh, hell no.
I am fucking strategic. Rubini has what he craved, he claimed I would never... so I do, and then three heros from year zero are encircling and transporting away what used to be something real interesting. And this happens like within moments of me simply acknowledging to myself, "this is so lovingly assembled." Suddenly, gone from our dimension.
Now, come on. Did I talk about rape too much? Hrrm. Do I care much? Oh no. Because it used to be someone thought I was dead. Nice rumor. "That loser? Killed himself. Good riddance." Wow. I wonder how many people cried? Because they vbelieved it? I hvae no idea.
However, someone does, and someone more, has the wherewithal to find this shit out. BECAUSE I AM SUPER THRILLED.
it's not EVEN like my car or boat was stolen. Oh no. This is someone I suddenly find to align and then like it was on fire, rotated out of space. Oh, well, I think I have a pretty good idea on how that can go. Or wait, yeah, I'm totally imagining it. Right?
okay, well, first: she's back here already. a ghost? imaginary? I don't care either. like what the fuck, you gotta use like a crane hoist in case someone notices? yeah, I suppose, maybe. I would say do not bother but y'all spent A YEAR doing fucking something.
Well, that's interesting. I'm hearing quite the story on that. Surprise, it's a trap. I'm supposed to fall for things. Someone else is that desperate, it is figured I can find a way through.
It's not that middle age is desperate. It's that usually, people who can solve problems that age are either busy or total basket cases.
So that is where I am. I am remembered. I am wondering why anyone would be mindwiped here. Oh yeah, you're a lot of assholes here. It's cool that I'm not going to allow that anymore, right? Look, tell you what, bring back that empty husk, and you can show me how it's totally opposed.
Yeah, for real. People are pissed. You probably don't wanna find out why. lol. I do think we saw this coming. I mean I cannot believe it. Who would be this tacky? It was so assumed that I would breed, that there's no backup plan for me with no action?
Why do I always have to be the one who goes to the rapy? Oh, right, it's another test. Well, hang on, none of this is crucial, and if it were, I doubt it would be okay to leave this all hanging out. So anyway, that might be something to do with the rape. And then he didn't think she would figure it all out, and he certainly never thought I would be the one to tell her.
Of course I fucking told her. How did she not know? She was CONVINCED I was gonna go out and meet someone. And I didn't.
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https://youtu.be/4Rd6psSQpf0
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Noting that Rubini's master save us all hail mary backup plan was to put my old names of a couple from high school into an ivory tower / parking garage thing like in Oblivion, except, they're looking for his A and he has my A and his thuggy goon is getting paid to capture his A, and my A is supposed to, like, intercept, right? Because my A is totesbrainwashed, right?
Sorry Adj. I deleted the TL;DR portion of your reply. I just want to know, in short form, your response regarding the "Cloud Hand?" Perhaps you're just responding to another post in a different thread? I dunno. I'm confused but I'm an Olde Phart, so no surprise there. Lol. ;D ;) :-*
BTW-You are an extremely gifted and prolific writer. Stop wasting your time, and talent, responding to forum posts, and write a book. ;) :-*
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Sorry Adj. I deleted the TL;DR portion of your reply. I just want to know, in short form, your response regarding the "Cloud Hand?" Perhaps you're just responding to another post in a different thread? I dunno. I'm confused but I'm an Olde Phart, so no surprise there. Lol. ;D ;) :-*
BTW-You are an extremely gifted and prolific writer. Stop wasting your time, and talent, responding to forum posts, and write a book. ;) :-*
That is a great idea. And make sure there is an audiobook available.
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Perhaps you're just responding to another post in a different thread?
Just ignore him. He's the Houdini of psych holds.
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Stop wasting your time, and talent, responding to forum posts, and write a book.
Best advice I've ever seen given in my BellGab career.
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Noting that Rubini's master save us all hail mary backup plan was to
Deliberately withhold, crucially treasured data. It certainly could not have seemed accidental to anyone, it was direct prevarication: "hey, bee tea dubs, by the weigh/way/way, way way, I have an objective. It's kinda particularly tricky. Have you encountered (Blank) (Blanky) (Blank)?" it wasn't even something on the forefront, the first time. It seemed natural, quite remarkably so. Dudemang asks for money (because, why, of course, he had way more of a shot at that, than he might have ever had on my (blank), fo sho), and I instantly, it just comes to mind, "Oh, you know, you might try (Blank) (Blanky) (Blank), I went to finishing school with her, she's smart, financing background, the most boring person imaginable unless pennies are on the line (I do not say this. Let me be clear. There was no mockery at that exact moment... on the surface -read), and you could, you know, look her up, right? She's smart. She's probably got bank." i'm not actually this pricktastical. No, really, before that even, someone says, "HEY GIMME SOME MONEY" and I'm instantly, "Have you met Ted?" Okay, not really.
Not even a blink. As if it's another name of another brick in some dumb wall someplace, probably a gay wall, if walls could be gay? Oh this Wall of One-Way Silence isn't gay at all. It's totesderp. But not then. We're back and forth. We really are old friends, I can feel it easy, although typically, I am not friends at all with dopers who move instantly into full-faced mendacity with a side of menudo.
I've been listening intently to him talk at a nearby locus in space for a few days now. I have seen and heard the feigned novelty. I've heard it myself. The first tell falls flatter than William Tell's daughter at nine, right before some cad takes her out with a right cross and a sweet straddle-legged pindown in the orchard. You know I'm lying, right? You know I was humping that chest, my massive He-Man fists crushing her dainty wrists into my akimbo vices of righteous justice, and you goddam know it felt good. Not great, right? I mean it wasn't sexy frisky time while I was pinning her down with my knees gently nudging up beneath the bosom, I can feel the diaphragm heaving right under the square of my sadly neglected gusset, I literally can't remember how long it's been since I could skip past the sound of cover story pages rattling on, and you know I knew it was good. And it was good. It was a long time before right then, though. I mean it was nothing sexy at all, but there's still a bit of a twitch. Not because I'm dominating her, because I am, she was about to rip her fucking eyelids out, which does happen, but not then, I could only think of a way to distract her, because I have no idea when this Yellow Submarine is going to slip back into neutral. And by the time she's eyes up and ass down with me riding the whole hog, the situation is BEYOND COMICAL. "You're breaking my bones!" I'm holding her wrists in the circlet of one thumb and forefinger. It's a bit of a struggle, but by now, she has drained her physcial reserves with the incessant, droning klaxons of desperately driven dopamine squeals. "Eeeee! Eeeee!" the sound is kind of trailing off into the distance. She's not winding down, but she''s draining out at the knees from the lack of return energy, as I go from panic tower defense to the realization that, she is not real happy about her complete inability to sell either the urgency or the danger when this event occurs.
I mean, it's not a fun time all the time, but at the moment when I realize, "This isn't real, it's not acting, but she is not a functioning human being at this point, consciousness has fled for the future, and that's just... how it is." I don't think less of her, or think it's a joke, but, come on, that the notion that maybe, just maybe, after five years of off and on frontin' like we are important to each other... it seems outrageous to me that there could be any notion of a doubt why I'm still loving most every minute, this ain't hell, it ain't even all that bad, and it's not that she is worth it, it's that I do, actually, love her. She's gotten smarter and she's also gotten a lot more goddam stupid, but it's easy for me to ID, isolate, and idolize the one slice of that myriad vision that I -actually- like to put up with. She's nice, she's done nice for me, and, goddam it, the rare odd right cross thrown out flat isn't really that big a deal. She's not angry when it's on fire, you dig? She's -terrified-.
"I think he's trying to kill me!" Oh for fuck's SAKE. Like this is the exact opposite. The truth is, I FUCKING KNOW for SURE, that the plan is I stay home, clean the mess, and she goes somewhere, and the story goes and ends like this: "You don't see her again, something happened. Fuck you, I'm not lying, fuck off, *click*" That has gone that way so many times.
Oh they were gonna ice her, for sure. It would have been easy to sneak in, it would have utterly annihilated my plans for a garden gazebo with hot tub, and it would have been far easier for Team FU if she was just, you know, gone out of a loose end. (She cannot actually die or be allowed to die, as she has treasures, but that's not crucial right now.) They would not have wanted her in a position where she wakes up, opens her eyes, and remembers that there's someone who doesn't just laugh at her mistakes, but in fact, enjoys cleaning them up with her. For her? Yeah, hey hey, fuck you Arthur Treacher, there's a limit.
I already know, as I am driving there, fuck this, I am going to jail, she is staying home, minor child is coming for visit in a couple days--I have just been there to prime the jets--and there's no fucking way that she is in "jail" (Club Med, duh) and I am "home" cleaning up for fucking EVER all this glass and pasta and shatters of what was once... well, just some decorative items, some special ones, one that she told me she blew herself alone, so that's gonna identify the corpse at the gravemarker, and the whole arrangement is totesetup. Which makes sense since I have totesfled the battlespace, gone around the sound at semi-random loops, running down my batteries, for the express purpose of making it difficult or impossible for my movements to be tracked, my itinerary to be projected, my Estimated Time Of A Rival Stone's Throw & Combo Blast Off Feather Duster... look, I've actually done this before, right? Not just with her, but this baby broadsword, look, I've learned some skills.
I already know how to ensure I am going to jail, as I simply have to start speaking a truthful narrative, and barring a stray guillotine, enough will be heard to ensure further examination. I have already thought this far ahead. There's no way she's gonna -wanna- go to jail, right? I don't give a shit what she thinks her Plan was, as it included putting up with this hideous negotiator who card nothing for birthday fun and arrangements, no, he's just crossing the bases to arrange for at least one, hopefully several, felony drug delivery * blah blah war rants.
I've been around UC "Let's make a deal, loser" types lots of times. They are unfailingly polite. Why not? They don't even need to close. All it takes is a certain pattern, identified in a certain environment, and he's got it: paper on you. You're booked, maybe not without some typin' and baitin', but he knows it, and if you're aware to be smart, you know it too. Even if it's not The Mang, there's a certain feeling. It's like a click, but more like an action slide. You feel it. You have entered the archives. You are in the camera eye. Photo, meet The Bomb.
Sometimes I do not care, other times I -do.- This is the latter. This man is not looking to aid. His primary purpose: get evidence, on me, doing something worth the jump. Felony possession is at least up to 10 FUCKING YEARS. A 120 minutes of months. And, this guy is pissed, I can taste it on his periods. He's surface friendly, but wow is he fucking fed up. Especially with me, and especially because he knows that I know that I have made it very hard for him to enjoy fucking my q-wife because she is becoming steadily more and more irate and explosively vicious towards everyone, because no one has figured out yet that someone hasn't yet told her: Oh, you got something else going on, you do not disclose this, and you act as though I should just simply know from Infrared Sonar and get the message: you fucked up, figure it out, or you'll have to stay with me and know someone else is doing what YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DO, so TURN ME ON, GODDAMMIT!! (She actually says this once. Brain damage is sad times.)
I assume she has some kind of thing going on because she barks at me to go with somone I would not ordinairly, right? For some strang to bring back. I MAKE TWO TRIPS. ROUND TRIPS. First time I come back, I have nothing. Second time I come back, I have nothing. Is she disappointed? Light years past. She says nothing about any desire, has desired little to nothing else since she came back from Back Monkeysville, and honestly she didn't have to. She was filled with a burning hunger for The Blasted Lands for mooonths. It's appalling. I'm not even invited to do such things, she's on deck in motion always while I am sleeping, and yeah, those red flags, I seen them, and I've been preparing for World Portal for quite awhile. I am on task. She, on the other hand, is on The Real Thing. Her last week with me was fucking weird. She says little to nothing to me, I don't make any particularly large mention of the days as they tick down to Birthday Splitsville, she probably doesn't give a shit about my plans, if she even sees past her own, I myself am fascinated to see what she does on 19 (mysteriously quiet and non-interactive WITH ME), 20 (cranky-extra about, unknown, she barely acknowledges me with small talk), on 21 the water heater is fucked (she's out I-have-no-idea-where with she-never-really-liked-to-be-seen-with-me and I'm wandering around the kitchen, alone, I smell a funny thing, alone, I wonder, wtaf? I don't care, I'm alone, she apparently has a terrible series of birthdays for all her friends, and she is apparently shocked--shocked, I tell you--that I fucking mean it, all my words go into the darkness and return never to me alone ALWAYS, I assume that anyone aware of me is fearful of hazardous entanglement, I really only am still in the area and remaining cordial with her at all because I have nowhere else to go, she's a loathsome conversational partner, she spews hate and is unwilling to reveal the source of her fantastic disappointment in me, I therefore do nothing but putter about and fidget about, she sees me doing nothing with no one and she acts sad that I don't have friends to share with her, she is focused on the unknown, and I am literally beneath her notice, and I am, clearly, not really all about gift giving.
I was so saddened by her descent into sharp clock tower madness, it was impossible for me to effect given that she had, for months, never told me anything real, always a farcial story. Remembering the truth was work, she didn't want me to know anything anyway, and of course she doesn't want to tell me that she reads every word of my comms, emails, sms, you name it, it's obvious to me that she has read something I have written to an email address that doesn't even answer back, like I literally have ZERO response back in nearly two years, thanky I don't have to constantly re-check and re-assure, "no emails at all," because, fuck, once again, she's reading all my comms, and I know this because the day before the 19th, I send a message that indicates that my circumstances couldn't really be any more over if they turned over the top card and found a pink slip. I don't want this outcome, but I also, no way, can stay like this, I'm here less than two months, she's been spun around and burned her time to waste on stupid tasks that she was being snowed with by someone, just to waste her grind, she notices this somehow, and they have a falling out, hey great, it was nice of her to fall in and just dissolve my memories from hers, like... it has been a loooong time since she hasn't been a derelict. Obviously there's love, but love has a way of saying, "No, I didn't buy the gift you told me to buy for my friend that you obviously think you know better than me and are disappointed to find I am not secretly comm'ing with, because, well yeah, i'm bored too. No, I don't know anyone. No, I don't know who to ask. Sure, I guess, will you label me a junkie before I leave or when I come home to be condemned as out of control? I seriously don't know. I'm fucking numb. If I -had- another friend, and I don't, I would be embarrassed to show the sight of this Miss Calculator to anyone, although it would be assumed that she somehow would be pleased by company that isn't mine, and I used to know people who were frontin' warmth, stating intimate, actual attainment of authenticity. Yeah, i'd like to have some people come by too, how about some for your intervention?
It's actual that bad. It's so bad she's checking my mail hoping for someone who will buy her act and agree that I'm a slacker for not spending more on her. The saddest thing is that I would, and if I did, it would mean nothing. "'Bout time, loser, do you (blank) yourself while I wait too?" It's so amazingly sad.
Maybe we should look at that book I got her, together? Oh, it comes tomorrow, and secondly, we just don't do anything together. At all. For so long I am axed to think of the span of time. Even in same room, talking past each other, we've been rent asunder, and, it is noticeable. At least to me. I don't know how she reacts to anything except to be harsh on me. I can't follow a single idea that might start with, "hey, you wanna..?" without just instinctively slitting my wrists.
Actual Christmas Eve. 3 days is an obvious upgrade. I have no where else. I know no one. I've not been planning, but I see it, whatever comes next, this isn't worth my time. it's cringe. i'm ascared to take my pet my best friend is likely to be a brat, like this is no way to live. I am braced for endurance.
Yeah, so: not at all how I thought I would be repped. For one thing: I read books. For another: this is a medical emergency and I know it, let's see, am I Medic!!!? No. She is, or was, and at this point I wouldn't say "Begone!" to anyone. I oddly find myself and her in enlightenment on hoping someone would write, which I ponder as a muse for a bit and then pass it as, well, sure, both with good taste. I asked her ages ago, to be alert, and this is as she decides to go. BAM.
She's mad at me, because I am not attracting anyone, let alone, my friends, to my space, I barely remember how. I think attraction starts with attractive. It's not hard, I usually remember, and I am never remembered by her people by this point.
I have no reason to expect a reply, let alone a lookup. I am that sad, she's still that much of a friend, and a little wishing couldn't hurt. of course I am a slob. It's all me. I'm still not sure why I am going around? Well, to see the end, and I do, and when time runs out, it can go again. Whee! But I would never go here with her ever again. I've never argued over noodles! Sounds warfare plastic. We are in the space, I am already aching for head bullets, so it's just an instance of takeoverhell.
Yeah, all that, for a new dimension. I don't mind moving the house, it's much the same Earth, but I do mind doing anything at all, I am going througgh the motions, and if I had a friend I would make them a better one than reminding me: you're dying of mustard plasma, make the most of your life, try to avoid my friend's meltdown? Hi, I'm okay, I'm wishing I never pretended that they must not know each other already many moons ago... and as I think "I wish I had never met her" I feel such a hated sadness, because it's not true at all, this is actually pretty fun, I mean, she's pissed at me for scaring my own friends away from her, how dare I? (Ashamed to see you like this.) Or maybe something else negative. So many options. It can be done. Elbow grease? Well, check under my tears first.
I thought that a person could support themselves in ways that are not so basic. I think it might get better, I have an .mp3 and such, and I did love the voice? I don't know what love is at all. It's a end of a horror. The notion of saying that I am proud of myself to know this person, yeah, that's gone for like ever. Like, what the fuck man.
So it's a good thing I didn't base my entire plan for the 7^7 yearspan of my Sourcing Times on some ding-a-ling who, while admittedly, is forever exceptionally comely and lifestyle-enhancing... like, some unexpected unflowerments have shown remarkable presence.
For example, there is a great, unexplained, and to myself, utterly inexplicable and completely beyond my comprehension... grand and filthy, intense loathing. Pour moi. Oh, really. Now, literally no one else could have revealed this information.
I have come upon The Herd unawares. I am sneaking up upon the horses' back. Look, I get it. Creeper stereotype? Oh, sure, that's me, 176 IQ, Virgo, Level Zero, & basically Shielded against -most- forms of petty nonsense--and also! Death curses. "N shit.
Yes, yes. Let me help you. I'm a dose-addled lunatic. You are, in fact, supposed to be thinking this.
You are also supposed to be thinking, "Kuczi? [KUCZI]! WTAF. That's the coolest goddam name in the world. Why don't I see that everywhere? That is a much more interesting string of 5 letters than that other guy, you know the one, Doctor Everything is Gonna Be Alright? Yeah.
Fauci." I would welcome you to a place to burn an effigy, but, I simply must be going. The Plan, My Plan, is catching up.
And there was always an expectation that whichever besotted hosebag wound up catching flamey-wamey at this point -- it's not like I planned nor worried on "being single" at this point, my Beastlies -- would be just about ready to be... processed. Diced. Prepared. Hashed?
Perhaps, Ass-Blasted. Who knows? Bottom line: it's time for these two bird boosters to hit the circuit. (THIS WAS ALWAYS THE PLAN.)
I'm gonna say that again. Oh, So Sad? Something happened? Yeah, I fuckin' bet it just fucking did, lol, now, let me tell you, what did you think was gonna be my plan? OMGISEEHERAGAINAND MAGICK OMG MAGICK... *cough* come on, Team. That's not a plan. That is simply what happens with Taurus in Venus.
Just imagine it. An obsession. "omg I hope she is willing to share Tweets with me, I feel so close to somone on the Twatter..." Remember: these are (blanked)-off birds with a dong 'n' dose fixation. Sure, it's not ultra-bad (for one of them, maybe) but the other is presently wired for sound to the moon -- oh, she is over the moon alright, do you have any friends left to tell? lol, she's over the moon with me still... five years anniversary, she's squatting with DEA agents in my mom's house they think they're stealing, bank accounts frozen, IRS audits and prosecutorial letters in the mailbox, piling up, they kinda thought they would not be under house arrest? Well, they kinda fuckin' were for a bit. No joke. Stuck in a mailbox with nary a non-Fed dick to even be chomping on.
I am sure it must have been heaven for anyone who ever dreamed of being with the three of them... at all, for -perhaps- the first five minutes. I mean, yeah, sure. Great company. This time, this scene, they are -perhaps- not as jovial as they might otherwise be, as they're stuck in my mom's house because I sprang the error trap while a bunch of asshole narcs were thinking they had just gone to Civil Asset Forfeiture Heaven. Can you imagine the hubris? The house has my name on it and it's owned by my mommy's estate's lawyer, he's a goddamn monster, ex-Marines, yeah, you know I do look like a fucking idiot, don't I?
I don't know when he stopped thinking that about me, but he sure as shit doesn't think that of me -now.- Out of nowhere, to him, he discovers that I'm thrown in jail, on Christmas Eve (of course they are kryptoJews, edgy), she's there with her jailbird CI Sister, 1-3 Clandestine DEA/BATFM/ABCFU Dicks galore, they think they have it -made- they are literally partying up underneath a portrait of my mother on the wall illuminated by a flickering flame, as though she is looking down in the pits of Hell... and yeah, Christmas in country lockup. A -huge- fake scene. The conversation starts with pasta and broken glass. I am not even mad. She's got a program, and instantly on coming home, so as to totesdeny me any opportunity to tell the story that I had just learned... she's a Tasmanian Devil. On Christmas! What a disaster! I am devastated everyone thinks. (I kinda am, this was necessary... why? Jesus, I was just gonna leave that week, because believe me, no finer witch than either, but when driven to the redline through wanton self-abuse, omfg Christ. Literally? Considering gay. Actual. I send a Twat to a good, good friend, and I fucking mean it: "Yeah, you're awesome. MAYBE. I'l consider it. Anything but the Wonder Twins of Double Brat Attack and Double-Up Confiscate. You know what? I bet they were awesome, back in the day.
They run into me and it's a fucking bowling alley jokulhaups. They can't figure it out. Why am I not... you know... slavering? Don't I yearn? I mean, well... yeah. Obviously.
Hi, I'm Michael Clifford Kuczi. You may remember me as Michael Jesus Clifford KUCZI-GOMEZ. I am legit on that name because Joe said it over the loudspeakers, at Hec Ed, drunk as a fuckin' lord, on a whim, I lean in and say, "Dude! Jesus Gomez! Do it!" He's fucking DRUNK. (I am starlight.) He actually does it. "MICHAEL HEY ZEUS CLIFF-- what?" There's a palpable rustle as the murmur actually goes in and does a shot-for-shot remake of Murmur. (Why not? Do it on sweaters.) Now, how many of you remember? I recall the hot sense of anticipation very clearly. I had never used that name before. No one knew jack or shit about me anyway other than my shitty P.R. nightmare hitjobs. NO ONE KNEW, even the "friends" who told me the joke... that was their's, on their trip, to New York, I've never gone, are you kidding me? I'm lucky to be invited to a bathroom with a bathtub that isn't coin-operated, and luckier still if the door is wide enough to open. I think.
I know it changes over time, and sweet Sunny Jim, it sure as fucked-off blazes did. I am amazed. I am arrived upon myself? How could this be? Oh, my dear God, thank you: a few of your idiot followers thought, at one time... I was gonna need a little boost. Oh, well, my then. Thank you. Um num num. This is very good. A little bit of an older code, Sirz'n'Mammz, but... oh, it checks out, alright. Look at it. Look at her. I blink a bunch. Like, I have a plan already based on no one left alive, all zombies... and I start looking around, and suddenly as I become driven to see what she turned into, I suddenly conclusively pinpoint and expose that she herself has been floating and following me around RIGHT NEXT TO ME FOR YEARS. Oh wow, I thought they were kinda boring, but actually no, the first post, I instantly thought, "Hey that reminds me of hey that's cute," and I just as instantly set it aside, because, of course, no one would stalk me on the Internet, certainly not her. If she ever thought of me, and she never did much really, so why would she start? She would just mail me a postcard or email me a list of things she thought I should be interested in so she felt better about even taking the time to chat at all... or, well, actually, after the last bit of falling out, she never really bothered to call again, if one call every 8 or 9 months to leave a tersely banal exhortation or a clearly tooted up cheery party-mood welcome... that never came to anything, ever. Of course. I mean, that just doesn't work. I thought it nice that at least an attempt to keep up an appearance was maintained. I will be honest. That shows actual depth of emotion... to routinely call, get no energy exchange nor recognition of any potential in joy... and I kina long ago, quite a while after graduation, noted that this gal, love her to death, but talk about your late bloomers. Good golly.
It's fucking 2022 and I literally only hear a verison --any version at all-- of why we "broke" up at all. Honestly? It was a fix. And defnitely, there were ups. However, I never had any talk with her about it that wasn't horsepuck. "This isn't working for me, is it alright if I just go away? No, not if you look like that, come on, pull yourself together, for God's sake, but obviously for mine. What's the problem? That guy over there has some pipes in his pants, obviously a bag too. Can you stop blowing my recovery by turning my landing struts into Lego noodles?"
Well, that's how I remember remembering it then. Now, I haven't thought deep on this subject in a long, long time. But it's always a totesgasser. When I fully got over that experience, that one we all had, those of us that did, like I wasn't quite as sad as I may have looked, but that whole fiasco was beyondstaged. There was a fuckin' blueprint. Don't even think otherwise. Hell--I was there.
But, not for the blueprints. No, for the Apex Predator Climax. I don't know who might have been so droll as to imagine me and another certain person coming into each other in a closet, but obviously I did, the instant I recognized that flag being unfurled.... "oh, yeah? oh, that's so organic." Like, in an instant, I see the whole thing. Am I mad? Oh, no. These retards have -no idea- what they're unfurling on that pole. Am I gonna? Well, look, in that instant, I think to myself, "Wow, I bet he thinks anyone deserves this, but... oh really her? I can't wait to get eye contact on that one," because, you know, obviously, if a reaction expected from there, is like a tackle and a Kingpinning without a negotiation, I think, "how could I even hesitate?" I mean yeah, sure. Unless she just laid there like a telepathic tape recorder on loop blasting, "Rape Me, My Mind Commands (Pretend I'm Alive And Looking Peaceful Mouthing No)", in which case, well, I'll have to apply for another 3-day trip permit.
It was -not- that bad. There was no "It." I remember certain gated events happening. There was the time when I noticed that there was a MONSTROUS edifice coming to light... I saw it in the Neurosphere. (I'm not a mutant, you can spank it, sure.) I was busy noticing that either someone thought being a sudden, blank hearted too loose to trek past in order to do... what? Oh, you're going there? Huh. Okay, thanks for saying good bye after ticking off the boxes on the Acquisition List. (Totestransactional. Actually flattered! Oh, except, I wasn't grateful enough to be allowed to make my own chance to pretend that -any- of this was even -remotely- organic. I suppose a routinely applied look of thinly veiled disdain was not the stuff of fond memories to build upon. Yeah? Never mind, you just went on a trip tour again. My! How you have such energy! Oh, your little gang. I saw them instantly, and saw them damn near every day, bobbin' and weavin' and sure, that looked like fun. How you do that? Oh, right, you don't have a covert thug squad setting up and pulling bullshit shenagins while I'm a bit distracted from noticing that, all of a sudden, oh, I've let -you- down. Oh, well, that is quite the surprise indeed.
I bet it was a surprise to her as well when she one day, long later, was informed that I didn't know -anything- about what she thought happened, but in point of fact, I couldn't figure out how to forgive myself if I found myself actually telling the truth to anyone, and it was awkward that anyone of any concern didn't really need to mention that they were at all observant, and any who thought to talk to me about it, well, let's just say, I chose "numb" over "John Stossel Investigative Reporting Here, yeah, that was pretty much open and shut, next? oh, remember to always leave them laughing... it's too bad we can't be friends since you're so sad and and asshole. Hahah! Get it?" Oh, sure. Flounce off. Flounce back. Frown deepens slightly. That guy, he was helpful... Jesus, he's helped into a coma. Why doesn't someone smoke speed with him? Maybe he doesn't even know what it is or does and I don't either but I'm not gonna talk about it with him unless he brings it up, and then, uh... well, he hasn't, so whatever, I'm good. Anyway, I know he knows what it is because I saw him reading that book that one time that had that word on page 69, oh he probably doesn't know that either, giggle. Ah, I'm so amusing to myself and those that I select based on my basket of criteria. Anyway, what? Oh, dammit, thinking all that and staring at him with no remorse or pity isn't fucking working on this broke dick juicemaster. or whatever, anyway, he used to smile, at least. Like, what did he think was gonna happen? He pissed me off, why can't he tell? I patted his head and waved and split, he should know what that means by now."
Actual verbatim yearbook quote. Except, with actual feeling when I typed it. Now, was it that bad at all, in anyway? Why, yes, yes it was, and here's why: supplementary information Yon Ewe People do -not- have. (No one has asked.) I imagine everyone has their own thoughts and memories. For example, one person, I never said a word, but when I learned that certain announcements were being made--oh, right, I forgot to bring a publicist to a dance experience I never thought about before I was told by Squad Cooper, "this is how things are done," I dutifully did as I thought I was expected to, although, I didn't know, I was expected to be high. Or at least happy. Or at least... not in a constant state of unease and discomfort. I am sure I was checked on the surface for performance compliance, but honestly, after a bit... there was no way I could understand what was going on, because in addition to behind the scene hooligans, in front of the scene before me was the dancing specter of performance-enhancing spell component use, and, of course I knew all about that then, right?
Nope. Wow, that might have helped somehow. An Adderall prescription would not. Hell no. That stuff is jank wank shit. Take it from me. Because I one day suddenly recognized the pattern... Oh, is that why they all hung out, and thought as one unit, and had A Plan they probably got from an old golfer up by the Nike site. Was I there? Oh, -shit- no. He's -boring.- He'll toteswatch my totesgazing at his... haha, "his," get it? Yeah, that girl he used to stare at, well he stares different now, right? Oh, well, yeah.
"What exactly do you think I'm looking at here?" "Oh, I'm too embarassed to say that I can only imagine you're staring at my flesh thorugh my clothes because you're an asshole and obviously will not throw me down right here like I am in denial of having any interest in, because, like, I'm 14! Or 15? Or whatever my model is now, anyway, OMG I WISH I COULD but these things have to be corrdinated, and he's not gonna help, all he does and sit there and almost, but not quite, drool on me." I did, in fact, wonder if it were at all creepy to be so enamored, and I determined after a few long timeless 4th period most-boring-classes ever, that since I did, in fact, feel actual love for this sack of sadly unappreciated flesh, I mean I liked her books as much as her boots and boobs, couldn't even see those, right? I mean that would be obvious, she was obviously somewhat shy--well, terrorized somemone might tell that she liked being liked by me, I don't know what she thought would happen if she -approved-, but golly, I figured she would wise up one day. I wasn't thinking about ripping her clothes off immediately, I was thinking about how that would feel if I never ever wanted to, but she asked me to... what would that be like at, say, 93 years old? Like her cask of fine wine she probably has picked out for my incineration.
It was -perhaps- doubtful then. It is, for my own part, now incontrovertible. Taurean Venusians do it timelessly, and it's still the same love at first perception of a... well, whatever that is, I see whores not at all, I couldn't even do it the one time I tried, right? It was awkward that she kept doing things to stop herself from forming a loving bond with me, and I didn't get it, I didn't even want to, really, my father told me he would buy me a whore, and I'm all, "oh, great, yeah, well, whatever," and I wonder, did my father pay for the babymaker 5-second drop that I found myself in, before what's-her-face-hey-what-are-you-looking-at-how-dare-you-creep-in-public, or did someone else who knew him? No, I am pretty sure it was set up by the Thug Squad who arranged things so there would be a superlative reason, in case it were necessary to #Officially explain, why that didn't work out? Well, no one really asked me, which has been a blessing, because I know exactly why "that" didn't "work out," and that had nothing to do with much of anything important, really, in that years later, I wondered, "oh, is that what actually made me unacceptable? I sure fucking hope so," because it was never discussed. EVER. You dig? "This isn't working." "Well, why not?" "It won't work to explain." Like seriously no shit. I didn't notice it at the time, because, I was mortified.
So, clearly, dismantling of whatever had been planned... quick, sly, it's gone. See you tomorrow! Don't be such a downer. What's wrong with you? Well, let me think. I have no idea what just happened why, but it's gone and already faded out, right, and she's... oh, right, that was the plan. Except she seems puzzled that I have had an emotional reaction.
Yeah, that wasn't Adderall. Does it matter? I'm not attempting to out anyone here, but at the time, I was unaware of certain effects, certain hormones, and certain... ENCUMBERMENTS... and though I felt something gone away, it wasn't mentioned verbally, and since we were each lost in thought about differnent ENCHANTMENT FIELDS, well, somehow someone forgot to notice a key difference.
I didn't know jack or shit about what was -really- going on, until many, many years later. Oh, that's interesting, hey, you, uh... oh, yeah, right, we don't have any kind of personal connection anymore, given that, I still don't know what happened to make one go from "Looks like real" to "Hi I am a clone I have changed planes. (I saw that Real Girl again once. There's a frequency, case the joint. Oh, by the way that's legal now, are you still a nightmarish goody2 square? So class on iMeth, or whatever, no sharing, okay sure. Oooh, illegal, right. Can't risk that with me. Oh, you don't want to try weed? Not with me? Don't even wanna talk about it? Oh, okay. Hrrm. Apparently there is a concern about -rumor- with me. Well, letting me figure that all out by myself was a fantastic way to keep a low profile.
Oh, and when a guy who loses weight while walking hours around the neighborhood starts smoking cigarettes, a perhaps considerate thing to do might be to consider the effect when there is no longer any need to do... anything, and hey, by the way? Cigarettes do suck. That's right. No, that's okay, if you aren't in to me, you aren't into me, and why were you into me in the first place? Oh yeah, bingo.
Apparently it was not appreciated how I was admiring this gal in class. Oh, really? Well, you may not like it, but doe-eyed sap is what actually true, unconditionally expressed, genuine fondness actually represents as. Oh, my Lord. You will hardly believe what is to come. And I already knew I was gonna be "in love" with her forever... as I still am with a few -select- memories, because it's just first sight and it's forever, every time.
it's happened lots and I can read it real well now. In the beginning, I'm like, "is this boorish asshole really going to be someone I can tolerate the thought of if they keep acting like a gaze-addled sociopath?" oh and fuck yeah forever, I knew that then, and lately, I can testify, wow, she sure is sharp and on tacks while watching me 24/7 on an EyePad to make sure I'm not dodging any taxes. Those are super important, and if he isn't taking it seriously, well, I'm gonna glare at him until he figures out how to fill out a goddam check, what the fuck, is he retarded? He doesn't even have a checkbook. This fucking guy. No wonder he never went anywhere near me besides relentlessly consuming his own essence, never once -offered-, I mean I don't know where to do anything either, but he didn't even look like he was interested, fuck, what a waste of those seven months! I thought this guy was, like, long-term-worth it. I'm so fucking bored, I wish I could just give him verbal consent to hand me a glass of water and an IV to straw through, but, well, I'm shy, motherfucking broken hearted rapist, FUCK ME (I didn't say that, I have the hiccups) NO WHERE NEAR A MICROPHONE AND CAMERA I AM TERRIBLY SHY about being wanted for, Dude, trust me, people want to kill me (Yeah. Meet their weapon of choice, because believe it, Small F. Frying Later, U R TOTTY TOTAL TOASTMASTER SPYMATEMASTER SARA FUCK ME WITH HERPES I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU STUNNING and obviously your daughter is lovely too but she's a royal fucking cunt, seriously, I do, in fact, perfer you, and you know what?
Bitchfruit was really not that nice to her orchards given that if she was so disappointed with me, couldn't she have, you know... not spread the most horseypie news everywhere? About me? That isn't even true? That you're posting anonymously? On behalf of your husband? Jesus, when did your healing journey start, eh? Oh, that's amazing, what an amazing time to meet each other.
Yeah, I wish I could say that, lol. I know, right? This adorable doll, I'm sure she does a few poses, all of them smarmy, superior, and filled with an interior inner grimace of "I don't know how long I can pull this off but goddam it at least I like me alone, I can't possibly succumb as long as I never believe anyone loves me so much that nothing else matters."
The best part of my life is absolutely no scripting, I don't have to give a single tiny, once in a lifetime fuck about anything unless it comes with a stripper pole, and by that I mean, look, I'm not all that proud, but I overwrote most of my adolescent sexy memories with your face sneering at me and my shock and horror to discover that without oxygen, I couldn't keep up with that selfish twat who was on shitloads of speed, all the time, and didn't share with me, because, oh noes, someone might add some to some LSD and, holy shit, that's a wipeout. They will take your car, they will take you at your knees, and a few spiders will land on your hair itself, but, in truth... it's not that big a deal.
You are merely scared, because you shared a number of primary imprinting experiences with me: I, Master of Starmasters, That's an asterisk, that's a twat, hey, of course you love twat, just not with me, you only like penis with me, oh, wait, I've got it!!!
Nothing at all impresses you about me on an intimate level, beyond the fact that there's a life insurance policy, a parking lot, a parking garage, a 50ft tall Free Parking sign like the one in Monopoly, yeah? I'm happy to only imagine planting that flag, ever, because, the wolrd is still young. I'm not even 50 yet. Aren't you fifty? You sure act fucking mature, though, a'ight? I mean, we are getting old. Or at least you are.
I am going to get some fresh trim on several axes, and I will -not- be seeking your attention for it. Get it? Got it? We're friends. I am perfectly okay with choosing this, although, perhaps you could check in with Heidi Rutledge? She must be on your team, you know? I always respected her. I would fuck her anytime she chose, any place you could reach, because obviously your ego must be floating you up against the clouds, right? I mean, I am not kidding... and, more importantly, I am -also- more or less aquiescent to the notion that, oh, it's the fapors, fapzors, oh, you kad, oh, you brute, oh, yeah I know her, of course she would... would she like? Well I mean I would be only interested in first seed, so you go back in time, right?
Tammy? Tamara? WAKE THE FUCK UP. YOU'RE DREAMING. YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER GIRLFRIEND, YOU WORTHLESS NEEDLE JUNKY. KEYCODEPHRASE ACCEPTED. BTW BITCH, I KNOW YOU LOVE THAT ONE SO BELIEVE MY ITCH, IT IS NOT AS THOUGH I EVER THOUGHT THAT WITH YOU.
YOU AIN'T MY BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER WILL BE, BUT MAYBE YOU WOULDACOULDA? OWULD HAVE NEEDED OXYGEN. OR SHARE YOUR FUCKING DRUGS, LIKE EVER. RIGHT. THE LAW. YOU NEVER DID WITH ANYONE. OKAY, SURE, WELL, I NEVER SHARED MY HEART WITH ANYONE UNTIL I WAS DONE WITH IT FOR YOU, AND, FRANKLY, I LOVE WHAT HAPPENED WITH MY SEMEN, YOUR LIFE, AND AT THIS POINT, DOESN'T SANDRA BABY DOLLHOUSE MOM FROM FUCKINGASGARD, DOESN'T SHE DESERVE ME MORE THAN YOU?
WELL, I INTENTIONALLY BURNED HER NUMBER AND HER ACCESS TO ME SO AS TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE PURITY OF OUR BOND. OH, YEAH, SHE GAVE ME FUCKING HER PEES AND HER PSI AND HER PISS IN HER MIND'S EYE, SURE, HEY, YOU KNOW WHAT? IT IS NOT THAT BIG A DEAL TO ME.
IT IS TO HER, THOUGH. YOU THINK SHE'S HERE? PROBABLY NOT. I WANTED HER AGAIN INSTANTLY.
AND, ONCE AGAIN, THAT WAS SACKED FOR YOUR SAKE AND YOUR SAKE ALONE, AND OF COURSE YOU DON'T APPRECIATE THIS GIFT, DO YOU? IT IS ALRIGHT.
YEAH, THIS IS ONE HELL OF A TOPSY TURNOVER. I DIDN'T SEE THIS COMING. NO, I NEVER EVER TALKED TO KATHY OR CATHY OR I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ABOUT ANYTHING, OF COURSE I WOULD. OH, SHE WAS PERHAPS PLAIN BUT SHE DID THAT OUT OF RESPECT AND I COULD HAVE TURNED HER INTO THE FOREMOST WHORE OF WHORES... BUT I DOUBT SHE NEEDED A HAND AFTER THAT DEBACLE.
OH, DID THAT GET OUT OF HAND. HRRM. FANCY THAT. PERHAPS YOU BOUGHT AND SOLD A PARTY SEED STARTER WITHOUT EXPLICIT PERMISSION. OH THAT REMINDS ME, I WAS GIVEN QUITE THE INTERVIEW OVER THE PHONE ONE NIGHT/MORNING AND I DO NOT REMEMBER ANYTHING EXCEPT THAT HE COMMANDED ANSWERS FROM ME, I GAVE THEM OVER HAPPILY, BECAUSE I KNEW I WAS GETTING FUCKED, ONE WAY OR THE OTHER... AND I KNEW I WOULD LOVE YOU FOREVER, AND I WAS GODDAM RIGHT. I KNOW RITE. U R PRO, RITE? YEAH, YOUR SISTER THE SPOOK CAN SUCK ME, AND SO CAN YOU, i GUESS? OKAY, WELL NO ASSUMPTIONS, ANYWAY, BOTTOM LINE, I DID PRESERVE YOUR OPTIONS AS A POTENTIAL COURTESY, AND I REALLY NEVER EXPECTED MUCH WOULD COME OUT OF THIS AT ALL.
EVERY FUCKING TIME, I THINK OF BK, NO, IT'S THE OTHER ONE, ACTUALLY SINCE YOU ASKED I'M PRETENDING YOUR THINKING OF MY BAG AND PIPES AND NO OF COURSE NOT. AT THIS POINT? CAN YOU KILL THEM BOTH AFTER THEY DIG TWO MORE GRAVES? BECAUSE I AM GOING TO RIP ONE OF THOSE THREE PUSSIES LAL THE FUCK DOWN AND OVER... IF ANYONE IS, YOU KNOW, INTERESTED.
I AM NOT IN AN EXPECTATIVE STATE BUT SOME MISERABLY JEALOUS BASTARD, RECENTLY DIVORCED, YEAH SHE RAN OUT AND SCORED, HUH? LOL YEAH, GIMME THAT TECK. I WILL SEDUCE THAT FUCKING RAPE RIGHT OFF HER REPORT. YEAH, SEE? SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FUCKING WORD MEANS THERE. SURE I COULD. IT'S NOT NECESSARY.
AT THIS POINT, I WOULD PREFER. I SAID I WOULD FUCKING TALK... I FUCKING TALKED.
HEY, AS. MAYBE YOU CAN UNBLOCK ME NOW? TELL YOU WHAT, GO ON AND CHECK, AND DO WHAT YOU LIKE, AS YOU LIKE, FOR EXAMPLE: I WAS HAPPY TO CONTEMPLATE THIS EVENT, TO SEE WHAT PEOPLE WOULD SAY WHEN THE HATCH OPENED WIDE AT LAST.
HAHA. HOHO. YEAH, THAT G-Y SEEMED REALLY JELLY AS WELL. LIKE, WHAT, DOES SHE HAVE MY FACE TATTOOED ON HER WALLET? OH, HER VALET? OH, IT'S JUST THAT SHE'S BEYONDDENIALING? LOOKS, I AM SORRY, LIKE I AM GOING TO HAVE TO JUST TUNE OUT MY BLANK MENTAL GAZE AND TRY TO IMAGINE WHAT THE WORDS, "PLEASE, PLEASE RAPE ME, I BEG YOU" SOUNDSLIKE... OH YEAH I REMEMEMBER, THE LAST TIME BEFORE THEY TOOK MY GF ON HER WAY OUT OF MY LIFE, WHAT CAME BACK LOOKED LIKE A RAPE WOULD HAVE BEEN AN IMPROVEMENT, BUT, I WOKE UP, SUPERERECT MODE, AND I WAS SO HAPPY TO HAVE HER AGAIN, AND I HOPED IT WOULD NEVER END, BUT YOU AND I COULD LAST... WELL, NOT MUCH LONGER PAST THIS PARAGRAPH, FRANKLY, BEACUSE YOU WERE PISSED, RIGHT?
(YOU WERE PISSED BECAUSE YOU WERE OUTMANEUVERED AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD HAVE TO SPOIL YOURSELF TO ME, OOH, WOW THAT WOULD BE HORRIBLE, HOLY SHIT I MIGHT KNOW YOUR ACTUAL ATTITUDE? LOOK, I HAVE SEEN YOU, AND YOU ARE EITHER PLAYING IT PAST MY HILT TO WRECKME, OR YOU KNOW AND I KNOW THAT IN REALITY, IT IS NOTHING LIKE THAT, AND ALL I HAVE TO DO IS SCARE OFF YOUR TEAM, AND... LOOK, I AM SORRY. HANG ON. MESSAGE COMING IN.
HELLO WE ARE FROM OUTER SPACE STOP YOU TALK TO MUCH AND YOU SOUND LIKE A RETARD WHO WANTS AN ARM AND AND AN APE STOP WAIT DO NOT TELL ME TO STOP WHAT STOP YOU FUCKING WITCH ABLEEN YOU FUCK WHY NO GODDAM BITCH WORD IS IT A SPELL? QUESITON MARK STOP OH MY GOD, THIS IS HELL.
"Thanks for the assist, HW. Hi, I'm Jackstar. I enjoy knowing you, having known you, and knowing real fucking fast that we were gonna have a lot more fucking fun together than any of these fucking losers will, because you and I, we aren't getting older--we actually are Travelling. I know, right? Yah, they jelly. Because, as you know, yes, I am in... The Club. Do not fucking gasp on me, *'Itch. How's that? Look, I don't get it. You seem like a fucking smart woman, and i know that, because I definitely wanna fuck her still, again, whatever, jesus, the fucking squealing, does it ever stop? Doubtlessly only it would increase, but Heather, Un-Owned-Baby, I do not know what they did to you, but I obviously saved your redemption for last, doubted you would need it but I fucking knew you were waitng out for me.
Yeah, I knew it would not go there, because, well, reasons, undisclosable, and it's actually really sad. Of course we love each other, and if you knew how fucking stupid she feels right now--like, beyond dumb, come toutle some random strangers tuttle, Jesus, you use everyone, huh? I love your tears. I do. It means you're finally fucking getting moist when I'm around, like, AT ALL. Hey, do you and Pipestar blow it into each others mouths, or cunts, or what? I am just curious, yeah, okay, it's not my business, you're right, IT IS MY PLEASURE, lol, yeah, right? See? This is fun! I do not feel a secret inner sadness and longing pain, never to be filled in, my unabashedly totesunsecret love, will now, never slip that shaft in... or, maybe?
Yeh, don't stay tuned. Obviously I have hoped for ALL THE DAWN to be BROUGHT THE FUCK IN AND SHOT DOWN. I know, right? i mean, wow, what a twisted whore's victory lap. Do not care, i love all my friends so goddam much, and of course, i was horrifed.
"btw, Jesus, Tammer, can you lose the manners and just pick up a stammer? It might do you fuckin' good." See? I still love you, just the same, and it's real, and you know what? I DO. May I now rape some other husband's bride? No, not Keith's (hi keith!) I don't want to get (PROT)'s fecal matter on my microphone, haha, and, let me tell you: MICHAEL FIVE IS FUCKING PETER FRAMPTON AS THEY BOTH CAME ALIVE."
Yeah, I know, right? Let me put it this way: anyone who thinks the real me has even been seen is just in fucking statick cling shock. Utterly sheltered imbreciles, the both of them. yeah, she thinks it, I mention it, she's surprised, helllo? She is your wife. Or was. Will be? We all went Plasma Wife Swap. (brig is incensed) I think Seraphim will be happy to tap you, but, my memories are winding down. It's winding down, folks.
But, not the tarorape. It's like a little bean, right? It's not too big. At some point: RAPE. Oh, by the way, I became the most practiced *rapeshove* comedian of all time, and then made some recordings and then put them on an apple watch around, you guesed it, yeah that girl I delib shot the fuck up right in front of. I knew she would blab. I knew she was pissed. I thought about telling her the truth and then completely dominating her will while "her sister's children" yeah whatever, Five - Oh) were in the corner of the room, playing with my not really fancy but one day worth a bunch more Star Wars toys -- couldn't possibly give even ever any less of a shit right now, though, right? Oh yeah, I'd trade them all for dope and a needle, I can't sta... well, actually kidding. I have shitloads of dope and needles, yep, right here. I choose discipline and to eschew needle use until this snooty stuck up bitch (I SAID IT) I totally still know, and still sleep in here bed, until she does i dont know what, or, if you come over here right now and line it up Jenny.
(Yes. This is a new, valid girl. It's like a chorus girl line up out the back of Secretariat's ass up in this LICH. (People who can't bear certain words have certain indicators, and the girl who wants to tell me to rape her again, like, every day? It's cute. She thinks it's "wrong" to say the actual word, "fuck." I know. Couldn't you just die? Well, let me rape you first. And that too, she doesn't know what rape is, oh, wait, yeah she does now, I guess. She had that haunted look. anyway, i don't think she liked getting raped the fuck out + black and blue beating, actual nausea, she sent me the pictures, I was like, why? weeks later, I put it together, she told the wrong guy at the wrong time to "rape her," right? probably didn't have a safe word. Turns out, I am the only safe time she ever had, the only good one was the first, I don't know which of us seduced each other first, right? I could barely put on the condom right--
(Yeah. Jackstar raped an innocent young girl, NINETEEN, he couldn't help himself, holy shit, that was love. And, she fucking wanted it, so he just moved on in, and he really does remember saying, "do you want to do this?" and he distinctly heard a "yes," which was beynod totatally at all necssary, right? Well, fuck it, he can remember, I know I loved her, and she was certainly confused, but sure, she loves that guy. He sure is a fucking pain in the neck with his bullshit, but one of these days, our dream will come true, and wow, he sure really was ready for that lady frined of his, huh?
"If he gets hard again, will he have to put on another condom?" said this girl fucking never ever EVER. Like, she's conflicted for decades, right? Turns out, it was the seduction she liked, and, who wouldn't? Just ask around. And if you ask her, it was seduciton and we had sex and i bet you my dollars nutting in that never dough whore's hole, she thinks "fuck" and "rape" and "bitch i am your bitch BAND CAMP BITCH FUCKER" are "bad words," for fucking sure. So she won't wanna say, "You really raped me!!!" at the fucking top of her voice, on the fucking phone, like, after, "Hello?" YOU FUCKING RAPED MY DOSSIER, YOU FAT FUCKING WHORE, AND YOU WILL FUCKING PAY.
And, scene, but for a certain person, that is where it begins. Look, I seduced that one, and I was sensitive to consent issues. I was scared because I had no power to resist her, I wanted to fuck and she made me feel like the first person i wanted to ever do it with until I found out that her version of foreplay involved blindfolding, binding contracts, and blocking the nostrils while shoving a ballgag down the throat... which might be okay, but I am gonna negotiate, because it is like this:
I lost my fucking virginity, so I could arrange to have myself consentually, satutorily raped. now, i am not sure why I did this. However, it did turn out to be the hottest fucking goddam thing, EVER. okay, for one thing, oh yeah, I did totally fucking rape that broad. "Do you want to do this?" Uhm, hello? Oh yeah, she wants to, but did she even know where she was at that point? Uh... your house, you drove around, you bought a book, you realized you were just trying to cover for WANTING TO FUCK HER ALL DAY ALL NIGHT FOREVER RIGHT NOW--you know, you felt that way before, except, this one actually means it, she claims sex before but it was some kind of weird thing, and she doesn't want to talk about it, right? Yeah, I fucking bet. I bet you can figure out a way to hear it grunting out of her while you slam her up against her parents' bedroom, right? See? You know all this. It's here, because that's what she actually wanted, and she figured it out when you fucking squealed, and at first, she thought that was AWESOME. and now, SHE THINKS IT IS WAY MORE AWESOME.
and you both fucking know it was rape, so don't lie to me/her, right? You already knew the answer, you asked a question, you heard a yes, i remember... sort of wondering? Yeah,I am sort of wondering too. How long to get there, kill her parents, do you even need to dispose of the bodies? No, you don't, you are not doing this, not in reality, but you do it in the initial master baiting, and can you imagine? Like, she is actually disgusted by the sound of the word "fuck." So obviously, say it in front of her mother, decapitate her father, and soul kiss the skull while poking and proding that fucking fat whale up those seriously cursed stairs, like, can you believe that house? It's like a place made for you to rape her in. HER PARENTS ARE DESPERATE. You're the only man who comes around who even treats her like a human. All she knows is getting dogged rare and raw and exploited, and that one cool time when you were really polite, and, holy shit, she didn't even know it could be that swift. "Uh, yes." RAPE RAPE SPEW. Omfg, I was already looking forward to the next time and I was already feeling so fucking embarassed. You knew it was rape and you knew you loved it and, well, she did consent... look, heavy shit for a nine teen to be carrying, right? Nonchalant whistling.
yeah, you did. It was also WRONG. What you both did was WRONG. Obviously, you should have videorecorded it, and maybe some day, Frogblar will tiptoe out at night to peek? Jesus! I know, right? Does she wear a diaper and a bib, or just a fucking Hello Kitty sticker? "I'm so innocent! Point on my face where you want to *shove* your tongue against my romantically shaven mons pubis? please? oh wait, I asked, now it's not rape, I gave consent. Damn. Shit. Double damn, I just had a random, totally coincidental thought cross my pleasure zones, I'm a beyondslatternly megaslut, right? I mean, of course that was gonna happen, and I am proud of it, but obviously, I'll just fucking die if anyone actually realizes, like, puts it all together? That guy I made out with and found out i couldn't fuck completely over FOR LIFE WITHOUT PAROLE totally insulated himself? Yeah, that one, yeah of course he is back, omfg, I knew it owuld be like this, oky, I need my squad of tough thugs, what do I got? 2 fags and a fucked off clone bought on the cheap from the Andy Dick estate. Oh, I know who that is. I don't throw up in my mouth a little, I throw up a little speck on my boot, right? yeah, you said the floor, but I knew what you were imagining, and you were ashamed of how much you wanted to get in close, but, you know, shy.
i guess i could have told him that outl oud, right? maybe hearing words as a different energy SOMETIMES YOU BRAINY LICH'S SLUTTY TWSTY, yes, that's magick, and why yes, that is exactly six months prior.
Hi. I'm Jackstar. You have absolutely no idea of the cosmic power I wield when I am possessed by My Maker, and I don't think it's that whiny gimp who acts all superior when modprogging Heat Weathers. That is fucking jeff b, ain't it? Yeah, I know. I hope he's not related to that g-y who I wish would fucking ill himself again, right? Tonight. In two hours. While I watch someone get raped, real good. That fucking g-y, right? Such a dumbass, now she's gonna re-imprint on Jackstar, and then she'll be all, oh I should use needles with Jack, and then it will be, oh really? You did that with Jake and got fucking bugs in your fucking armpit, right? Yeah, Ether Troopers, and they fucking gave you infected dose whle you went WHO KNOWS, girls just wanna have fun without Jack around, because, uhm... he hates niggers! hahah, get it? yeah he doesn't EITHER, lol, BOSS SAYS, oh, it's because that girl called him a rapist, and it is fucking true, tho he denies it, well, he justifies it, he doesn't ever JUST rape, no, this creep is clever.
Jackstar is such a pervert, he deliberately remembers women who told him, "I liked being raped by you," and then totesmakes them toteswait to even fucking totesgetahug, because he knows the truth: no one will believe he didn't, so why not? it's not like she doesn't want it, right now. (She doesn't, or else she would kill her parents early, and she's not a murderer, she's a homocider, because she thinks you're really just fucking gay, oh she gets pissed, "goddam it why wouldn't he just fucking rape me one more goddam time why does he want to wait until they die, FUCK, God is it wrong for me to kill them?" (As you can imagine, this one is just about ripe. one time she rings me up, "OH MY GOD! MY MOTHER JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!" Heart in throat, she's obviously afraid it's obvious she fucking hopes so and that's not illegal but fuck it, if I hope even just a little, and then maybe she dies and then I can cal lhim, and I will be too scared to say, oh my god! i'm on the phone with him! now! this is nothing like rape, hey Jackstar, why don't you just kill this gal's parents?"
Well, for one thing, I like them. For another, I'd propofol them and they'd wake up Boxed Helena style, ball-gaged OF COURSE, and positioned perfectly to time the ten hour slamfest, and it fucking well would be. She wants to, she asked, on the phone, multiple times, she's on police records, "ON THE PHONE: "You really raped me!", oh yeah, her parents tried to freak out, they were all, OH MY GOD, HOW DARE DO THAT TO YOU (lucky bastard he sure pulled out that one) "Well, he wore a condom..." Wait, what? Look, you might not be retarded but those tits sure are if you think a rapist has time to put on a condom. So that's your report? "He asked me if I wanted to be fucked and I said yes and then he rpaed me." Is that what he did? (Oh yeah. Read between the lines. I remember the eyes widening in surprise, and you remember how long it was then? Well, so does she, and this time, it'll be longer, and she'll surprise again, so figure out a way to surprise her twice, you dig?
Like, say, for example, just showing up and saying, "Pardon me, Father, Mother, you know me, yeah? Yeha, that's cute, you're more afraid of me than I am of her calling me a rapist. Hehe. Boo!" Her father is like 3 ft tall and legit jumps when Jackstar says boo. Or his daughter starts daydreaming Or whatever, right? All of a suddden, it's that guy, the one who started it all, What first fist rape? He was there too! (Nope. She wanted rape and was just too shy to proclaim it and now that I think about it... that could have been SUPER. Why wans't it? Well, she thought you were "an exclusive item" because you told her that you loved her, Cancer, oh guess what, she remembers that most, what do you think? Yeah, I think she wouldn't understand that either, because NO ONE said I love you like you did, because, you Kuczi... you fucking raped her first, you fucking got away with it, and sure, yeah, no big deal, you both liked it and 'wanted" it, right?
okay, well, surething. At least you meant it, right? You hear me, Bright Boy? Yeah, I don't know who I am either. This is fucking weird. Can you just come fuck me for a little bit? Oh, you're a guy, and you have a dick, oh dummy, that makes you a gayle, no don't fuck me a little bit, just come cuddle. hehe. Yeah boys can't -really- do that, they don't really have a soul, and neither will she if you fucking shoot her up with IV meth, right? yeah, it's NOT worth it, and you fucking know it, so just don't IV, nd you're good, Right? Oh Jacky.
You know you will. (No, I know she will, and I'll rape the demon, then rape her, and then I will be you, and then... (Jesus, Jackstar, fine, unbeatable, fine, when do you want her? I don't want her, I want Lee & Liberace! and if humberdinck even had a dick, yeah, sure, bring him to croon it, because she didn't even know it went that far. And you did, yes you did. ("Base to command: Jackstar contained on grid" "It's trick, he is NEVER contained. Ice the dick." "Crushed... please?" Well, I guess the frozen water, but listen stop asking stop fucking stop PERMISSION, when will you fucking learn how I want to be raped?" Well, probably as soon as you actually fucking exist and the words are echoinng near a mike, you dig?
things are DIFFERENT now. Grapefruit Theta, the porkdoll that they fed back from... WHERE? yeah I don't remember either, and thank God, anyway, she wasn't theraped one, she fucking consented, and you bet your ass she looked haunted. She didn't wanna bring that up, right? She thought you couldn't have guessed. "I didn't check her for pin marks for a reason," and omg they will check her ASAP when she gets back, right? omg, they are TERRIFIED of you, Jack.
And they should be, because once you do that, there will never be any going back, not to Fruit, not to Totes, not even any hammertoes, no really, she would go back and get that little fucking snippy smartycunty, like, how could you not wanna?
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So, basically, what you are trying to say is that you are some kind of faggot or something?
Axing for a fiend, Tia.
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So, basically, what you are trying to say is that you are some kind of faggot or something?
I really don't know if I can let this stand. I am not some kind of faggot, while When A Grmany faggots are some kind of Me.
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I am not some kind of faggot, while When A Grmany faggots are some kind of Me.
As you can not see, Ewe, I edited that post above—I think I remember four times—and somehow I didn't get the edit taken in, talking to heightened only somewhat less than the angelic courses from hHaven by the fact that this g-y should have his all the time on several websites but this website in particular has the best jujus.
So naturally, I have completely taken it over and over-re-written his resource group corpus with nadirous templates of my own design. Now, I know that sounds like a mouthful— and that's because it is; but those words actually have specific connotations and meetings that I'm using specifically to reference various items & stuff that the casual reader may or may not have any awareness of... and this is by design.
Now, I have asked myself quite a lot, why I do, have done, and will continue to keep doing... thingies, the way that I do and, specifically in this instance I'm certainly asking as well, but at this point, to expect me to actually know or to be told is probably a bit much of a stretch.
For example, I distinctly recall over the last few days writing a great deal of material involving let us say perhaps challenging topics. Remember neglecting to publish or post the juiciest parts in the place where I thought I was going to put them and then I don't know where I did put them. 0 can't remember. Police with flashing blue lasers at White memories were involved. Maybe.
In any event, I don't yet choose to go and read what I wrote. It's pretty hot stuff, from what I remember; and while no one likes it all that much, this is what posting pretty hot stuff will inexorably lead to: Nuns.
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Best advice I've ever seen given in my BellGab career.
It's possible that the one time that the one person said to the other person who had already said something notable, "pound me too," but I am prepared to acknowledge that nothing you have seen advised has been anything near as good as that.
I do have a potential candidate for an equally powerful corollary to be given away, at every particular opportunity. I'm still working on it a little bit and I have come to feel a bit odd about a new expression. And I feel some strong reluctance.
Best advice I've ever seen given in my BellGab career.
Unable to confirm at this time, but a Vampire Overlord (look, I just get the data, and some of these citizents are truly loco) just walked off to surrender, like yesterday, the day before? I will be sterling fidelity rosewood: There's two higher woo-woo beings and a ground-crawler "dude-g-y," right? Something happens and the decision reached, perhaps here, for example, is that VCamper Favorite Bellgabber Oversnored--uhm. Hi. Yeah, I'm apologetic too, and I was too fist. First. Do you even matter? Mind your workers--was gonna take a long walk to the end of the res and then only must take a step or two over The Barrier.
It is not exactly like this, surely you do not jest with me in and as regards to these gestures? Look, it's like this: things are FUCKED. Paper is working in place of labor. Labor is being worked TO FUCK. (Go Bears. Dog & Cat are so sad. Threeve's ferret doesn't even EXIST YET. In truth, neither does Threeve.) It's apparently important enough to be learnt to outside outhouse never. (I am addressing this. Firstly, I don't care for these rules about the bathroom and my comms. My bathroom comm laws --*ring* "Hello, Jesus? Yes, is this He? Oh. Well can you go outside and get Him? Oh, it's You? Well, High! Mostly. About to burst into tears, if You see why not, yes, thank You. (go on. model that as a fake call. yeah, I've been getting 'calls,' off and on, for more years, not like continuously, no interest in doing much of anything continuously to tell the truth, like not even slamming it and banging her, and I am not doing either (this is actually not a big deal for me one bit, though certain peeps are pleased to hear of this steady-state condition, i/e. Ground Thanks Day Giving Okay? OKAY? OKAY? I need an acknowledgement exactly never on this one, and yet, it is appreciated.
I guess if one shall like to appreciate it as a gift they can tie a goddam bow and arrow tanker ranker around it. It's not like I'm exclusive here. It's not like I gotta dose up the gak to be anything
Sorry Adj. I deleted the TL;DR portion of your reply.
I have no objection to note. Just going /woosh has a lot going for it. I am quite content to have my items reduced, redacted, and/or read. I missed the Zed Backdoor. See, look. Right there, some fuckin' thing I've never been hearing of myself, thus far. "Zed Backdoor." What the actual fuckin' faghag fuck? I have literal, no idea. Nevertheless: it is the data that comes through The Wall of Sound Consciousness.
I'm not all that ticked pink about how it looks when it sounds right, and vice-versa. Let's be fair: this is certainly a stream-of-consciousness in the writing but little fiddly bits get thrown in to lighten up the world's words, and this is not wholly my own creative process. There's co-creation, which always sounded like the most ludicrous woo-woo horsecrap (L&G: I am a goddam skeptic) to me, and as soon as there was even itty-bit of Dual Threading of perception in my mind, it simply became ineffably easy to start letting the knitting, knit itself together as I began to unspool words to page. Hrm. To some extent I'm presently of a mind to think that much of this otherwise semantically-null stanzaic prose is best serving me these days by simply existing as a framework for future expository efforts.
I am of a mind that makes the exercise of mental acuity a worthwhile pastime to pursue at literally any interval. The mind is a muscle. Exercise of that muscle through discipline will bring one (1) to well-honed & -fashioned developmental strength. (I have had some time to look into this, and I am grateful to my circumstances that I am able to, for the latest and foreseeable future, hop around through the cognition gymnasium that we all have access to within the Neurosphereonal... uh, I am not going to say here, "Matrix." (I kinda can't hardly fathom how I have all that much self-respect left--if any--and so I'm willing to preserve it whenever possible as long as I don't have to sacrifice any more hair follicles, high-T potency, or reverse-infantilism as expressed through the more-or-less leveraged power of interpretive dance.
in short form,[/i] your response regarding the "Cloud Hand?"]I just want to know, in short form, your response regarding the "Cloud Hand?" (http://I just want to know, [i)
I reflected the notion into a delving of a tangential issue--like, check it here: I scroll past my own content polestaff readerboard, and I am not going to lie to myself, it's largely a long, gaping trail of gay jawbones gaping open and spilling happy, slack-eyed amazement at some of the plum-cherry bits. I don't want to overboast. But that any of it is ever readable with any skein of potency is muchly a got-dam miracle. More or less. Of course the great majority of it, I don't really recall hearing myself in my mind while I was casting out & at the typing Thai hooker. (This is not my Hitler.)
[url]I just want to know, in short form,
Perhaps you're just responding to another post in a different thread? I dunno.
Oh there's no question that I'm combing quite a few do's and "I'm not doing that" here in my work. This -is- work. I have come to realize there is no reason to question the products of the work of those one is not -directly- involved in. It is work or art or perhaps, business. Labels don't full-on matter at this stage, a lot of this is due to be archived with not a lot of other interactions, but meteoric asstons and dopeloads of them. (You may not like this proto-quasi-deposition, but: this is what peak divulgence looks like.
And yes, O yes: what I am doing, both the physical labor of stroking the keys and spinning hits, is a far more satisfying and utterly joyful activity than it looks like from the outside, believe you Me. It's not like I am obsessing on anything, Loveron, and I think it must be obvious to any who does as well as I who will read what unfurls off my digital flag-gag-pole. I'm not a whole-lotta focused on consistent quality of content. With nearly everyone spreading their attention, really, actually everywhere (Fuckin' go fuckin' Bears, fuckers, and fuck them to the edge... and then;) it's going to be an inevitability that continues to inexorably approacheth.
[url]I just want to know, in short form,
I'm confused but I'm an Olde Phart, so no surprise there. Lol. ;D ;) :-*
Dickstar: he -has- a short form. (Much love. Proof of life by 9 p.m. Sunday or... well, who wouldn't? Jehovah's Witness' immediately spring to mind. One in particular. She was neither old, nor anything shy of immense and imminently present & wholesome, authentic beauty. (This whole "no-names" thing is working out the bomb for this time.) And, if she ALSO wasn't the spitttin' image of a GFT (Grapefruit Tulpa: not available in stores. Try steerage? Behind the fire extinguishers... no, not in the closet, LOL)
[url]I just want to know, in short form,
BTW-You are an extremely gifted and prolific writer.
Oh, pshaw. You are an extremely attentive, overwhelmingly autist, and an ethically, moraly, and totes-fuckin'-TOTALLY SPIRITUALLY BANKRUPT SOVERIEGN SERVICE REGISTERED INDIVIDUAL. (Niiiiice kudos.) Meanwhile I would, simply put, prefer to be a lover than a writer. The next person who leans in to trade on my isolation is, I'm gonna put it simply, liable to gettin' a rope blast, ballast-sized, of The Agent Clarice Treatment. (I probably won't ever do this. I am quite shy. (Obviously.) Nevertheless, pressure on basic, underlying fundamental organizational structures as in regards to simple human needs and the requirements thereof... are climbing, and, SHALL CONTINUE TO CLIMB.)
Stop wasting your time,
... isn't it our time?
and talent,
#1) Keep the talent happy.
#2) ???
#3) GET AWAY FROM S/HER, EWE A'ITCH
There's a recipe for goulash in there somewheres too. It'll turnip. *shoves full box of raw meat out window* Someone will be along to deliver that the rest of the way later.
responding to forum posts, and
Forum postsand, quicksand forum posts. Go with G-d. What? This area is my actual job.
write a book. ;) :-*
I already *thud* DID *thud* TWICE *thud* a couple novellas *thud* this randomized and assorted stack of personally private emails mailed it to ewe/us/you in the future *thud-kaboom* I right the best goddam emails. Your kids are gonna love it all this. (They already love Me, /preen)
If anybody needs me, I'm gonna be sitting right here, having a wank all by my lonesome, until it falls off or I decide time to take a shower. And, showers are for the weak.
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Best advice I've ever seen given in my BellGab career.
It's possible that the one time that the one person said to the other person who had already said something notable, "pound me too," but I am prepared to acknowledge that nothing you have seen advised has been anything near as good as that.
I do have a potential candidate for an equally powerful corollary to be given away, at every particular opportunity. I'm still working on it a little bit and I have come to feel a bit odd about a new expression. And I feel some strong reluctance.
Best advice I've ever seen given in my BellGab career.
Unable to confirm at this time, but a Vampire Overlord (look, I just get the data, and some of these citizents are truly loco) just walked off to surrender, like yesterday, the day before? I will be sterling fidelity rosewood: There's two higher woo-woo beings and a ground-crawler "dude-g-y," right? Something happens and the decision reached, perhaps here, for example, is that VCamper Favorite Bellgabber Oversnored--uhm. Hi. Yeah, I'm apologetic too, and I was too fist. First. Do you even matter? Mind your workers--was gonna take a long walk to the end of the res and then only must take a step or two over The Barrier.
It is not exactly like this, surely you do not jest with me in and as regards to these gestures? Look, it's like this: things are FUCKED. Paper is working in place of labor. Labor is being worked TO FUCK. (Go Bears. Dog & Cat are so sad. Threeve's ferret doesn't even EXIST YET. In truth, neither does Threeve.) It's apparently important enough to be learnt to outside outhouse never. (I am addressing this. Firstly, I don't care for these rules about the bathroom and my comms. My bathroom comm laws --*ring* "Hello, Jesus? Yes, is this He? Oh. Well can you go outside and get Him? Oh, it's You? Well, High! Mostly. About to burst into tears, if You see why not, yes, thank You. (go on. model that as a fake call. yeah, I've been getting 'calls,' off and on, for more years, not like continuously, no interest in doing much of anything continuously to tell the truth, like not even slamming it and banging her, and I am not doing either (this is actually not a big deal for me one bit, though certain peeps are pleased to hear of this steady-state condition, i/e. Ground Thanks Day Giving Okay? OKAY? OKAY? I need an acknowledgement exactly never on this one, and yet, it is appreciated.
I guess if one shall like to appreciate it as a gift they can tie a goddam bow and arrow tanker ranker around it. It's not like I'm exclusive here. It's not like I gotta dose up the gak to be anything
Sorry Adj. I deleted the TL;DR portion of your reply.
I have no objection to note. Just going /woosh has a lot going for it. I am quite content to have my items reduced, redacted, and/or read. I missed the Zed Backdoor. See, look. Right there, some fuckin' thing I've never been hearing of myself, thus far. "Zed Backdoor." What the actual fuckin' faghag fuck? I have literal, no idea. Nevertheless: it is the data that comes through The Wall of Sound Consciousness.
I'm not all that ticked pink about how it looks when it sounds right, and vice-versa. Let's be fair: this is certainly a stream-of-consciousness in the writing but little fiddly bits get thrown in to lighten up the world's words, and this is not wholly my own creative process. There's co-creation, which always sounded like the most ludicrous woo-woo horsecrap (L&G: I am a goddam skeptic) to me, and as soon as there was even itty-bit of Dual Threading of perception in my mind, it simply became ineffably easy to start letting the knitting, knit itself together as I began to unspool words to page. Hrm. To some extent I'm presently of a mind to think that much of this otherwise semantically-null stanzaic prose is best serving me these days by simply existing as a framework for future expository efforts.
I am of a mind that makes the exercise of mental acuity a worthwhile pastime to pursue at literally any interval. The mind is a muscle. Exercise of that muscle through discipline will bring one (1) to well-honed & -fashioned developmental strength. (I have had some time to look into this, and I am grateful to my circumstances that I am able to, for the latest and foreseeable future, hop around through the cognition gymnasium that we all have access to within the Neurosphereonal... uh, I am not going to say here, "Matrix." (I kinda can't hardly fathom how I have all that much self-respect left--if any--and so I'm willing to preserve it whenever possible as long as I don't have to sacrifice any more hair follicles, high-T potency, or reverse-infantilism as expressed through the more-or-less leveraged power of interpretive dance.
I just want to know, in short form, your response regarding the "Cloud Hand?"
I reflected the notion into a delving of a tangential issue--like, check it here: I scroll past my own content polestaff readerboard, and I am not going to lie to myself, it's largely a long, gaping trail of gay jawbones gaping open and spilling happy, slack-eyed amazement at some of the plum-cherry bits. I don't want to overboast. But that any of it is ever readable with any skein of potency is muchly a got-dam miracle. More or less. Of course the great majority of it, I don't really recall hearing myself in my mind while I was casting out & at the typing Thai hooker. (This is not my Hitler.)
[url]I just want to know, in short form,
Perhaps you're just responding to another post in a different thread? I dunno.
Oh there's no question that I'm combing quite a few do's and "I'm not doing that" here in my work. This -is- work. I have come to realize there is no reason to question the products of the work of those one is not -directly- involved in. It is work or art or perhaps, business. Labels don't full-on matter at this stage, a lot of this is due to be archived with not a lot of other interactions, but meteoric asstons and dopeloads of them. (You may not like this proto-quasi-deposition, but: this is what peak divulgence looks like.
And yes, O yes: what I am doing, both the physical labor of stroking the keys and spinning hits, is a far more satisfying and utterly joyful activity than it looks like from the outside, believe you Me. It's not like I am obsessing on anything, Loveron, and I think it must be obvious to any who does as well as I who will read what unfurls off my digital flag-gag-pole. I'm not a whole-lotta focused on consistent quality of content. With nearly everyone spreading their attention, really, actually everywhere (Fuckin' go fuckin' Bears, fuckers, and fuck them to the edge... and then;) it's going to be an inevitability that continues to inexorably approacheth.
I just want to know, in short form,
I'm confused but I'm an Olde Phart, so no surprise there. Lol. ;D ;) :-*
Dickstar: he -has- a short form. (Much love. Proof of life by 9 p.m. Sunday or... well, who wouldn't? Jehovah's Witness' immediately spring to mind. One in particular. She was neither old, nor anything shy of immense and imminently present & wholesome, authentic beauty. (This whole "no-names" thing is working out the bomb for this time.) And, if she ALSO wasn't the spitttin' image of a GFT (Grapefruit Tulpa: not available in stores. Try steerage? Behind the fire extinguishers... no, not in the closet, LOL)
[url]I just want to know, in short form,
BTW-You are an extremely gifted and prolific writer.
Oh, pshaw. You are an extremely attentive, overwhelmingly autist, and an ethically, moraly, and totes-fuckin'-TOTALLY SPIRITUALLY BANKRUPT SOVERIEGN SERVICE REGISTERED INDIVIDUAL. (Niiiiice kudos.) Meanwhile I would, simply put, prefer to be a lover than a writer. The next person who leans in to trade on my isolation is, I'm gonna put it simply, liable to gettin' a rope blast, ballast-sized, of The Agent Clarice Treatment. (I probably won't ever do this. I am quite shy. (Obviously.) Nevertheless, pressure on basic, underlying fundamental organizational structures as in regards to simple human needs and the requirements thereof... are climbing, and, SHALL CONTINUE TO CLIMB.)
Stop wasting your time,
... isn't it our time?
and talent,
#1) Keep the talent happy.
#2) ???
#3) GET AWAY FROM S/HER, EWE A'ITCH
There's a recipe for goulash in there somewheres too. It'll turnip. *shoves full box of raw meat out window* Someone will be along to deliver that the rest of the way later.
responding to forum posts, and
Forum postsand, quicksand forum posts. Go with G-d. What? This area is my actual job.
write a book. ;) :-*
I already *thud* DID *thud* TWICE *thud* a couple novellas *thud* this randomized and assorted stack of personally private emails mailed it to ewe/us/you in the future *thud-kaboom* I right the best goddam emails. Your kids are gonna love it all this. (They already love Me, /preen)
If anybody needs me, I'm gonna be sitting right here, having a wank all by my lonesome, until it falls off or I decide time to take a shower. And, showers are for the weak.
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The roofs fly and trees are falling! ⚠️ A terrible storm and scary winds hits Ankara, Turkey
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZN7C4Fo4qk
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SVJUFTlfes
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Lake Mead is about dried up.
At least Miller will will stop doing bathtub streams.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCBG_aVkv4s
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Lake Mead is about dried up.
WE DON'T NEED NO WATER
LET THE MOTHERFUCKER BURN
BURN MOTHERFUCKER
BURN
Q
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User 'Master Trollda' has blocked your personal message.
Look, I can't really get to ever be too flattered from this person--we're an anomaly--and the site being "unreadable" is a fair point.
I also found it "unreadable" when our friend deliberately mislead us, perhaps thinking that it wouldn't matter, however... plainly, it has.
I have been very uncomfortable in the past and I have no wish to bring that experience to others. so I see now, given that I am *gasp* blocked... uh... well.
I'll just not send the message and then do something else. That's "natural" right? I'm at a bit of a loss here. I've never had this happen to me before.
IT'S THE MOST AWESOME TURN OF EVENTS EVER WOOOOOTT. LIke what am I doing wrong? I would be all to happy to modify my behavior. Alternately, I can just seduce her, flat, which doesn't seem fair to her. (She should get to be aware of the decision? Maybe not)
It's not like I can't behave, it's that.. I don't know what else to do... it's an EMERGENCY. Halp.
I guess someone else is having trouble too. Okay, well. I'm going to just have to consult a professional, because I don't know whether to shit or wind my watch or start a book of poetry. Maybe a baptism. I don't know what reality is, I was lied to so long. I mean... was that the purpose?
because I loved it. I still do. do you think you could do anything for Our Friend besides let her scare the shit out of herself? Honestly, I am disappoint.
y'all could have done literally anything different and it would have helped. (P.S.: I went to a professional in my mind and they said don't go IRL. yeah, I don't want to. I can... just go away and think about her while seducing someone else? like wtf. I like my ideas better.)
LET THE WOMAN COME WITH ME. What does she have to lose? Stamps? Y'all be trippin'.
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I'm going to just have to consult a professional, because I don't know whether to shit or wind my watch or start a book of poetry. Maybe a baptism.
It is as though every last one of you sees me as better than her, and I'm not. I'm just more stylish than the rest of you, only we spent 49 years as twin flames with a strangelet toplet bomb attaching us to each other. But I really am quite fond of her, as in addition to love at first sight, that just as strong as ever was I I think this is a fun circumstance to be in.
Especially with her around. Is it ever occurred to you, all of you, that you could actually just... teach me something useful? That -does- work, sometimes.
(I knew that thieves would take the house as a gift ready to be taken, and knew that I had to protect myself. The idea that I had to protect myself from losing the house to the person I would have been happy to have given it to was an odd idea.
Besides, I didn't lose anything. And I got my friend back. Don't like scaring her off but... I don't wish to.
I don't think she knows that you all are teasing her. I think you should be nicer to her, this is a very hard time for a woman like this, because she's concerned that she missed out, and in fact, she's right on time.
I guess it was okay for her to do it to me though. I don't understand these rules, and I never will, because I just ask God to tell me anything else to do and I do it. I'm really not obsessed. I'm fascinated, and the difference is that I'm happy and I know she'll be back somehow.
OR MAYBE YOU COULD GIVE ME THE ADDRESS TO THE OTHER ONE THAT'S ON THE SAME PLANE OF REALITY THAT SHE CAN'T TOUCH BUT I CAN. YOU KNOW, WHATEVER BELLGAB, YOU KNOW BEST RIGHT?
Promise me you won't make her stand in the rain for 10 minutes, when you do I hope it's White Rain.
I still think this is wonderful with no downside. So should I go ahead and hump somebody else now, or what? I literally can if somebody thinks it'll help. Diplomatic protocol here confusing, and it would have been a disaster if she had lost her virginity to me at age 16. I couldn't handle it so what she was doing with time travel documents back then I have no idea but somebody else must have been involved, and do they have a sister or a daughter or something? I mean I don't see why anybody's going to punish me.
And thanks for lighting up the Lesbiana because I knew putting her name in my phone would make it so that we would spread and then they would go down there and hover. It's what protectors do. And she is nice, but what can I say? I like the original.
Especially the way she's folded like a house cards as soon as I pointed there, I'll never fail to remember that she likes me now, before I was always wondering. The tapestry of life is wonderful, especially here.
Eat your heart out, Ian Punnet. I really am a nun deal with it.
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It is natural for Citizens to self-organize around a common cause, right? I'm not using fancy Sourcery powers of mental domination to make everything work out delightfully well in putting a wet cement roadblock right in the middle of this UNCONSTITUTIONAL, DISCRIMINATORY, RACE-RELATED, & MAJOR FELONY FRAUD AND HARASSMENT OF A DISABLED PERSON (go for all the mustard, right?) AS WELL AS VARIOUS & SUNDRY OTHER COLLOSSAL FUCKUPS... look, it's not like I wanna make a Federal case out of some trivial bullshit, right?
(Oh, no no, that was someone else who had that in mind. Kudos on GoodCollarGab.)
No, I know exactly what I wanted to do, but instead of thinking things through... people just let their assumptions get the best of them. Oh my, do any parables start like that? Who knows.
This site is unreadable? Is anyone feeling embarrassed? God, it's gotta be nothing to what's going on down here around the scenes. It's a compete disastrous shitshow. But, like, mildly. There are just a few conditions that halt progress in all areas, and then... well, nothing is moving. Oh, and I think I just figured it out: they're holding some girl hostage to stop the DEA investigation, and then, they probably should bust themselves, not heavies.
But there is no connection to the heavies
so... that's why that guy was upset with me. I'm making is day complicated. Well, shit! I can respect -that-.
Okay, well, I'll think about this. Personally, you know what I think you should do? Fucking fire every fucking Fed with 50 yards of the building adn start t he fuck over sharing knitting needles. For serious.
Anyway, I will do what I can to make sure I don't get anyone killed, as none of this was my idea... and I guess raping me in prison was okay to laugh about? But not when it's one of your friends? So confused, new paradigm rules in COVID paradigm.
I will see what I can do. Interestingly, none of that ever made sense. Maybe I can pay a ransom? I would do that. Oh, and I'll make sure to take it out of somebody's hide. (p.s.: why did you think becoming a Fed would be more fun than fucking me all day? Strange customs with you white people.)
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Iceland eruptions are back.
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Iceland eruptions are back.
This icehole is totes fargin’ a warface. I'm sure that this is how such things are done all the time.
It's basically the end of Burn After Reading. Except I'm not an alcoholic—THIS IS ALL POLITICAL.
By the way I still don't know why I ended up in East Africa, why I was allowed to leave, or what happened to my 2nd dragon tag. But I do know what happens if one tries to go without permission; they get there and die, then come right back to where they were before.
I'm kinda sad to get yelled at like this. I'm very sensitive. And the lack of poison is really a big deal. So... naturally, I'm thinking of scoring some heroin in order to go with my cough syrup, which I shall be chugging directly.
It won't be soon now. No more teachers, no more books. No more simple dirty looks. What is it that I was supposed to be afraid of? Oh, yeah, someone died in a dream.
I finally get it. She's a totescrub and it's afraid of giving in to The Darkside. Oh, well, no problem. I'm on it.
I'm not washing in order to keep social distancing. Also, it infuriates the handlers. Let me put it this way: I know there's bathtubs out there. Yeah, so what? Make it worth my wife’s while.
Hey, I wonder if I can give Jackstar on Bellgab to Rubini and if she could pull that off. I don't know where people got the idea I gave a damn that he wanted his wife back. As soon as I found out, I was mortified. No wonder I was left with the muskrats.
I need a vacation. That isn't going to be permanent problem, now is it? I didn't think so. I think it's probably all coming to get her at this point.
I don't need to sue anyone. What exactly is the loss here? Because Hayzelle was always my planted flag. And that's her now. I think this makes us square here.
#totesinsulated
#PoundHashToo
#HowCanAnyoneBlame
#EMERGENCY_BALL_GAG
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Except I'm not an alcoholic—THIS IS ALL POLITICAL.
Word is spreading: I could give a shit about what any of you think. Bills left unpaid--permanently. Landscaping left run to ruin--Scheherazade hedgerows. Building maintenance and new construction--Neighbor wanted to run a 400 ft. hose to his foundation concrete pour, "oh please I need this over the weekend or I will be set a month back" and I would have run over there and kicked him right in the pussy. Instead, "call my mommy's lawyer," *click*.
You're all full of fucking shit. Endless excuses to cover your actual motions to deliberately cause some kind of destruction and the reason? Does it even matter? It's being done anyway. Part of a well-balanced breakfast. It's going to be better than Biblical, when I get to the pre-trial I am going to load out a VTOL and drop that shit on your fucking desk.
Literally a year locked in place so a bunch of faggots can feel superior to someone they lied to laughed at and fucked off because some other stalker faggot hurt their little fucking feelings... except damaged forever and of course it's too much fucking trouble to go get some goddam counseling. Sure, just leave a block on center square for killing every reward and smother every toddler in every swinging crib because that's what the fuck you all wanted at the time, and it's what you had before, and, why not? It's just some dork loser.
I found out more garbage bullshit and I would share it with anyone who actually had any interest in anything legitimate and none of you do. Boring, pathetic, dump the plate right there at the end of the salad bar. Why even bother? Oh, look, more liability.
You start off with agreements with a whole host of individuals like you always have since birth and then it fiddles around and envelops your experience tunnel with a buoyant cushion of friendship. Look around, say hello, good morning, look, it's coffee.
I've come to realize that your empty lives are just that. Lives. Oh, you got ones, alright, wake up and mention to everyone else as you see them that someone else is worth taking the time out to make up some fucking lie about another thing or another, and then someone will or will not mention how insightful one is to take note of how rock-hard your abs get when talking mad shit about someone for the 889th time in a day, gotta get the mark, gotta hit the target, do I even know? Well, I missed the round table. Just dump it and pick up another snack somewhere that looks good on a flyer. Like I just can't even. I've never been this happy with a simple imagination. But it can help a lot to remember that there was a time when this was a survival issue. Knights of the round table? I'll be honest: I have vanishing interest in the entire notion forevermore, largely because you're all boring and stupid in your issues, whatever the fuck they are, I really couldn't give a shit about the stupid fucking story you tell yourself about how you gotta make up a reason to be fucking flying around with a bunch of assholes who beat the shit out of the phone and fuck with your life for you and then they push around whatever some shithead tells you is the way things have to be. Oh, they know best.
The only reason you have such a thing is so you can fuck me off from it. An energetic charge results. You don't even know when it is or where it goes. It still lands and provides energy and lots of items a day, it adds up. I do what I can. I legit don't even think it even fucking matters. When has the last time been that I got a notification that was actually visible? holy fucking shit it is 2022 and my phone can't display notifications. It's FUCKING BROKEN. Can I fix it? Oh hell no. A gang of top-tier professional game coders can't figure out, it's too bad, "sorry you lost," just start a new one, what's the problem? Well, how about this: you're all disgusting cunt liars and at this point I would rather talk to the fucking toilet. Like wake the fuck up and notice that you're fucking done being a douchebag for now, it's been awhile, but you know what? Maybe change it up a little, try some spice. How about noticing that you're a fucking stalking victim and a fucked off coward who hasn't bothered to come to terms with anything you've ever done in your whole fucking life besides break my neck and call me a cab.
I can sigh rather a lot. You absolute shitheads have extremely impressed me--I care enough to notice that the messages that come up and sit on 7/11, like in the parking lot? I'd rather scrape up the loose gum and chew its fat than hold around and think about how great it would be if anything useful were to come up.
I have a persistent fantasy... a Masters degree actually increases something actually quantifiable as valuable. Well, I am sure it does. Having skipped that rat race, do I even notice? Actually no, this is the first time, I figured out, how to get a sentence structured such that it is pleasing to the eye and melodious to the ear.
I picked that broad for the throwaway restraining order because I knew she didn't have anywhere near any interest in sex than she did in sucking off a money tit--Grapefruit was whining with excruciating precision about some "secret lover" she thought I had--she was getting fucking vile about it, like holy shit, I'm not looking into anything, right? What the fuck, are you getting a radar doppler echo? Why the sudden fucking screeching? Probably something exclusive rubbing against something extraneous. Stay awhile, and listen: oh nevermind it's over on some other chalkboard that doesn't feature authors who don't lie about fucking everything, everytime, every long sentence adds up to a fucked up line of bullshit and anything strung together is for stringing along, or is strung out. (It's so hard to ever finish, why ever even begin? It's too much effort. Here: look at this cat (garrote). Oops, gotta run, I am reminded that I'm a dipshit mindslave who can't hold a stable thought for very long---because standards--and there it is, and there it's gone, now, back to lorem ipsus hey stop asking those weird questions, weirdo, like how can you stand it? Being so shallow? I can't even, oh, it's too hard to imagine, here, picture this: you're a lying asshole and whatever you said would fall into ashes and cannons anyway, so, call me maybe? Hang on I am gonna... no wait, never mind, the phone doesn't fucking work anyway. Maybe that other day when something more interesting makes it up on the leader board? Fuck it, I'm gonna just Hulk out the phone, holy Christ I bought the goddam thing seven months ago.
SEVEN MONTHS. "Working." You are a limp, finking milquetoast charlatan and your horse shit is beyond stacked up there. It isn't working because "mysteriously" the phones go dead when touching, the cat, and spider, and the wad of chewing gum stuck to the end. Must be a glitch. It's probably just a song. A coincidence.
It's like this: it's not like she's a fucking moron by accident, there's an energetic charge at play by getting on the omission and then charging the zap of accusation. Like, are you fucking stupid? Wait, what am I saying, you thought it would be a good idea to fucking nag me. I deliberately picked the most standoffish twat I could think of (of course, always a toteslesbo) and knew without a doubt, that there's no fuckin' way any of these feelings are reciprocated. NO FUCKING WAY. And.. .they weren't!
A few texts at 1:30 in the morning, read the foreign mind a little, some spatial deduction, oh, let's go off to the races and speculate. Yeah, she wanted a new baby daddy to keep her womb comfy with showers of currency, because the old one wanted her to not smoke weed while pregnant. I mean, what a beta sissy bitch, but, whatever, it wasn't my baby, why would I judge?
Oh, because she was a teenage runaway with a sad, sad story. So sad. You can imagine how this went: 420 BLAZE IT, MOTHER SUPERIOR. I figured it was a great way to save on condoms, and naturally after birth, a great way to save on birthday cards, because I didn't give a rat's ass for some dude's kid other than to ensure that -someone- got the message to trot her fat, thumpin' ass back to her fuckin' baby daddy. Like, what the fucking fuck, right? (She gave me a wrist bracelet that said "DAD" on it and I thought I'd go to the casino and bet a hard nineteen.) Is this smokeshow still this fucking mental? Well, about an hour's worth of texts at 0130 am and we found out... ah, nothing.
I go to sleep and forget by morning. No texts back. Why? Once again, didn't like penis enough to be nice to it anyway. (Typical.) Why now? Oh, Grapefruit has an insecure feeling and -demands- fidelity to be demonstrated? Okay, here we go, here's a goddam no contact order with some ditzy broad who would rather marry someone--I mean, why not, there's benefits, right? Like, I get to sneer at your bullshit life choices, smoke some fucking weed it's 420 BLAZE IT oh wait never mind I have to qualify for being a handout fund baby--than do... well, I don't know. Why do people even get married? Fucking Christ, I was already married to her before GF started whining about it, and that was only because some fag swindled her into believing it mattered.
Oh, right, a wedding ring and necklace and what difference does it make? Just wipe it on a dishtowel. There's no plus of interest in here, it's a synthetic lie, say whatever I'll be looking at some rocks or something, will I even notice when the sun comes up? Notice that I am falling into a tub of boredom just remembering how fucked off I was and how many tires that was when I blew the on-ramp off the 5.
Thankfully I know this lack of content is going to make it alright. I don't need to make any content with anyone? Like when? You know what, just write it off, it's probably just a phase I am going through? It's quite a phase. Here's an idea: I will take care of my own shit as well as yours because none of you can figure out what today might mean for one's bottom line if someone were to actually get identified and placed into a survey pod.
Pathetic, actively loathsome, and relentlessly low-vibe. It can be assumed that the phone modification is 100% responsible and it means nothing to either that the line actually functions--what the point would be of that much legitmacy paid to a wrong number is a matter for some discussion, but how someone has to get to this point to figure out, "hey, wait a second, what time is it in the hallway corridor?"
Oh, hey, one more thing: if you don't care for what I've done with the telemetry at my disposal, you could have been something other than ignorant, standoff-ish, deceitful, asinine, and boorish. If being exposed for douchebaggery is a problem for anyone, it would perhaps be an ideal maneuver to not be such an arrogant self-absorbed bastard. Thankfully, I don't remember very much about what most of you had to say when I remembered to write it down, and for the most part, I am pretty much all speculation.
Hey Brainiac, you're probably not being relentlessly haunted by a dark spirit that rewires your phone, because let's face it, you're not really all that important to anyone except to that creepy pedophile needle junky, and while I don't know how to reinstall a malfunctioning .apk, I do know how to just not bother imagining things and examine the software at the director's level:
Running a cleaning program. Which reminds me: if the surroundings being ultra-cluttered is of a concern to anyone, consider the following... it's keeping the riff-raff at bay as well as ensuring the early detection of shallow, vapid whoremongers with every intention of being a fucked-off mess no matter what happens. It feels like an easy challenge to me, because it is--come on man, you can move on in and take my garbage out for me in the truck that needs maintenance somewhere I can walk back alone from and not really be in any hurry to look into getting done.
Last night I became inspired to reveal the hidden merits of my solution that I've implemented here: every decision has been chosen with an eye towards embarrassing the shit out of the people involved here, in that without any explanation, one wonders what the problem is with going somewhere, what, doesn't the truck work? Well, actually, no, it doesn't.
Also, I don't work either and neither does the drug use; tolerance and all. Nevertheless I am committed to displaying the illusion of being a worthless, drug-addled mess, so that I will get credit for time served when one of these oh-so-clever judges decides to ask about the subject. (First words: "Judge, standards.") Because, it's going to come up. I've been practicing for this speech my entire life. I will almost certainly nail it the first time.
Speaking of which: no. You know what? There is no sympathy where there is no understanding, and what good would it do, to stop doing something that I am not even doing? So a circumstance of authentic nightmare has been called for, and will be investigated upon, and, omfg, I cannot fuckin' wait. It must be off the goddam charts by now. I am gonna explain it all so clear: "well, it was a good deal, just not for her, not for him, and not until after I took a nap for three days when someone thought she was gonna explain what was going on with a pair of glass sheet pans and a lasagna torch." So I am pretty sure that there is going to be a banner hanging behind me as well.
Now that I have made a polite time of frame available for input, I am now prepared to cast trumpets wide. "Hey, what happened?"
"She was so busy reading my email that she didn't notice that I had also been writing to a second one-sided conversation duplex into the datastream, or maybe she did, I don't know... since she's still too pissed to recognize the value of a recognizable gerund."
Okay, I won't say that. I'll probably start with CHECKMATE: "I'm an elephant in a padded room, and my mouth is too dry to speak." Truth be told I essentially knew from the beginning that you'd be so relentlessly self-absorbed that you wouldn't be able to talk to anyone but yourself.
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As The World Turns ON SPEED
Oh, this was probably from me. I got some nice photos for you all to remember me by as well.
UNDERESTIMATIN’. NOT EVEN ONCE.
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Sizzle
I know I want a salad last.
Like The French do it. It's because of the fennel, but also because I like the way the lettuce feels when I shove the pieces down my food hole and they pack up between the bottom of my hernia and the tippy-yippy tops of all the dead babies that I've just swallowed whole.
I'm okay. They're babies, but they're just men.
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Word is spreading: [...] You're all full of fucking shit.
Wow it's too bad I can't just go live with a click of button like some fagjots can. I mean it's not like anything's going on (MAGISTRATE) or anything like that (NEGOTIATE) and obviously be totally dangerous if somebody like me was able to talk to you live. I mean clearly that would have to be fucking watched over with... oversight, and shit right?
Meanwhile: all eyes on Aries. Apparently my ex is quite the fucking stalker these days. I'm not sure why she's not stalking me (wink), but it's probably because she's had her life threatened, which is what it would take to get her to forget about me, since I don't mind getting herpes for you! fucking come on over and slap my dick right? Oh, right; there would be three of fore women killing you, well that's okay I can't hardly blame them. I don't want herpes either.
Yet. Thank God. I still have some final touches to put on the vaccine. (I'm not a scientist or anything, so I'm going to the trouble of triple-checking.)
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I DID INSIST ON VOICEPRINT.
We're getting there. Hey can I talk to your wife about something? Come on man/vampyre\G.A.I.\Telecom in a mausoleum. All four but not the same time
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Wait, WHAT? Did She 'intentionally' avoid Taiwan??? :o :o :o
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Wait, WHAT? Did She 'intentionally' avoid Taiwan??? :o :o :o
You are the exile now.
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Think it's just another hurricane? Nuh-uh! This one HAS A POINT!!!1!
Everyone who moved to Florida to get away from me and my depressing weather'n'euphemism system is probably thinking, "well, at least everyone still knows he's the most obnoxious bastard that has ever lived," and, hey, the jokes on them: because those actors that were hired to pretend to have given birth to me, actually fell in love with each other. I mean, I guess. They're not around anymore, so I can just make up all the details! Like there's anyone else still alive with any credibility anyway.
Face it, cowards: while we may both hunger, only SINISTAR(TM & COPYRIGHT WILLIAMS ENTERTAINMENT SYSTEM LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. WE ARE GOING TO BREAK YOUR FINGERS, THAT'LL END YOUR LINE--A SPIKE LEE JOINT VENTURE BROS. KARMAMZOV INDUSTRIES, POINT GROSS NOT POINT BLANKS, LTD., YES THAT'S RIGHT IT'S A LIMITED LIMITED LIABILITY CORP, HEY FUCK YOU TOUGH TRADEMARK G*Y, GO HAVE A GLASS OF YOUR FANCY PANTS VITAMINS AND WASH IT DOWN WITH FUCK OFF AND DIE, Incorporated) will -actually- be able to phase transition in and out of that pellet smoker grilling unit... I mean, it may remind you of me while you're trying to wolf down whatever kind of pork or other, less saturnine flesh gets roasty-toasty in it, but wherever that fucking thing is, I'm telling ya'---the fuckin' thing is fuckin' haunted. Go ahead, melt it down for scrap, it was for her handler's bitch in the first place -anyway.- It was meant to be enjoyed, and with my compliments. It was designed to behave like the Ark of The Covenant. At the end of Raiders Of The Lost Grill. ArkMidnight? Oh, yeah, I remember that.
Mine is better. It will make everyone who was ever mean to any of my wimmins into unstoppable, relentlessly nauseous vomit machines. Why not? Go on, urge restraint, Star Darlings. What am I doing wrong? Too much information? Yeah, it is huhhuhuh. Similarly, (Blank) doens't need to know that his (blank) thinks I'm so goddam hot that she has developed a habit, maybe a dependence, CERTAINLY NOT an addiction (holy shit she has no idea how uncommon this is), to wankering herself off to sleep, quietly everynight, and she's made a game out of seeing if she can hold out until he's -actually- sleeping, is he/isn't he? Does he know? what would happen if I gave them both guns and told them? She's fapping to the reality or the unreality of my psychokinetic shielding, and we can see what it has done to psychos.
Thieves go out, sluts drawn in. Excellent. Just as intended when imagined from the point of view of a 19-yo girl. Hi Jacky! What are you waiting for? lol. As if you get a pass. I won't get you cockslut dope, so... what? You gonna scissor and wait for me to start reading 50 shades out loud? I'm already ten times that already.
Meanwhile, I've got mail waiting for me down by the road, but I'm waiting as long as possible to go pick it up beca---SNIPER! whew, I wasn't even outside yet, that cheeky fucker--balls at least tho--ause, and this is true... I'm hoping that someone will steal my mail, like they were willing to do before. Why not now? Come on, take it fast enough, even a superluminal being won't spot you.
Of course, if one is wrong.... WHOOPS! 10 YEARS IN PRISON, FELONY THEFT OF MAIL, BAM-BAM BOOM-BOOM. So... you know, they're probably not stupid at all now (and after watching me THIS LONG, no doubt some IQ points have worn off), so, my mail is probably the safest treasure on this stretch of Old Highway 99, which, my mother is no doubt tickled pink to learn, is where I have ended up living.
If it can be called that. Anywho, Florida has a Cat 3 hurricane
and, you're welcome to go fuck yourself out in the wind and put it up livestream, obviously it's most convenient for me if you get impaled by a paper straw through your gallbladder at point of orgasm and you don't even fucking notice until the salamanders in your body have escaped through the straw and the wyrm league orbiting your Punyling defense shield... that's your defense? Snooty, high AF, and 911 on speed dial is not form of defense, you absolute twit, you're lucky someone else remembers you for me, because there was some other girl I can't remember, oh well, and remember how upset you were that I dared annihilate "your" property? How surprised you were to have not foreseen such an outcome.
Nice attempted at an unlawful gaes. Still, flattering. Now, your punishment is your own choice, and my reward is that someone really didn't like you, and feels much more warmly towards me than before. Wow, women are fucking mean. What about ones that you've never heard of that I feel guilty about? Oh, just what's in front of you, huh? I suddenly understand why rape is not commonly reported.
, and I'm told that HARRP don't even take calls from anyplace in the lower 48 anymore. Why should they? They're like Thor without the hassle of Mjolnir. Or if Mjolnir was a smartphone that just did what you told it to. "Hey, Siri? Go flood out my exe's new husbands cosy country farm out in the cunty country, and make it look like an accident. Act of G-d. NO PAPER TRAIL."
"Yes, Princess Weatherwarrioress Shaman Queenie 8811. Would you like me to have any flowers delivered to anyone who might 'accidentally' be found... or not found... or, you know... dead?" "No, Siri, just the usual six back of Shiner Bock shipped to Chino, CA. Dem greasers get thirsty, but still send only one six-pack. They need to have to learn to work for their luxuries. Do they even know how to make beer in mexico? Seems like they stopped at tequila after they were conquered by those little dragon caterpillars, HEHEHEHEHEHEHE---" (A bolt of lightning slams into the ground nearby.) Hey, don't think I'll fall for that again, Chopperheads. YOU OWN THE WEATHER.. .and I'm a taxpayer. You work for me, Shitheads." (Racist grumbling continues as the camera pulls back slowly, showing a man with no friends, no fears, and four or five phones, none of which can replace the stolen Pixel in his heart. A chorus of angels begins to hum softly as the Earth feels an oncoming solioquy coming on.)
"HEY, UH, YEAH, IT'S ME, YAHWEH. YEAH, I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING... BUT NO. NOT ANY MORE. NOT SINCE BEFORE JESUS, RIGHT? OLD MEANS, OLD, RIGHT? ANYWAY, I'M WAY PAST RETIRED, BUT ENOUGH PEOPLE BEGGED, SO I FIGURED... HOW TOUGH COULD ONE AUSTRALIAN BE?"
"OKAY, SO, HE'S NOT AUSTRALIAN. HE'S HUNGRARIAN. TOTALLY DIFFERENT. ALSO: NOT AUSTRIAN. ALSO TOTALL DIFFERENT. ALSO: ONE'S ENDANGERED AND ONE PRODUCES TOTAL BADASSES WITHOUT EVEN TRYING, SO, IF YOU HAD TO GO BACK ALL THE WAY TO OL' YAHWEH TO FIND A SUCKER TO TAKE THIS BET, WELL, DON'T BOTHER. TRUST ME. AT THIS LEVEL OF REALITY, WE'RE ALL 'GOD,' AND WE'VE SEEN THIS TRICK BEFORE. NO, REALLY. YOU EVER HEARD OF CONAN? YEAH, TOTALLY NOT HUNGARIAN. NOPE. NO RESEMBLANCE AT ALL. GENGHIS KHAN? HE STOPPED RAPIN' AND KILLIN' WHEN HE GOT TO THAT VALLEY, YOU KNOW, JUST BECAUSE HE WAS TIRED. NO CONSPIRACY. A MAN GETS TIRED, EVEN A KHAN ON HORSEBACK. JUST. PLAIN. TIRED. I WAS THERE, I SAW HIM FIGHT AND RAPE TO DEATH EVERYONE WHO WANTED TO DISAGREE. TOO BAD THE FAMINE MADE CORN SO SCARCE, OR WE'D PROBABLY STILL BE WATCHING. GENGHIS KHAN, RIGHT? MORE LIKE GENGHIS CAN'T STOP KILLIN'.
AT LEAST UNTIL HE GOT TO THAT VALLEY. I KNOW, RIGHT? WASN'T MY IDEA EITHER. ANYWAY, LOOK, YOU WANTED TO CHARGE THINGS ON A BULL, BEING SURPRISED WHEN THE BULL CHARGES BACK, THAT'S PRETTY LOW-RENT GHETTO STYLIN' WUSSPEAK, YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING? WELL, PROBABLY NOT IF YOU'RE OUTSIDE OF FEMA AREA 55, THEY RUN A PRETTY TIGHT SHIP ON THAT DUDE THESE DAYS. I GUESS THEY RAN OUT OF BURNING BARNS TO SLAM THE DOOR CLOSED ON OR THERE WEREN'T ANY MORE CLONES OF ANDREI SAKHAROV AVAILABLE TO BE A FALL GUY. AGAIN. (BTW ANDREI, WTF, YOU KEEP FALLING FOR THE GULAG HONEY POT, WTF? I DIDN'T MAKE YOUR GENOME THAT STUPID, WHAT'S THE DEAL? OH, ATHEIST, HAHA. FUCK HIM, BUILD MORE GULAGS. FUCKING ADULT ATHEISTS ARE THE WORST. YOU COULD GIVE THEIR WHOLE IMMEDIATE FAMILY CANCER AND SPARE THEIR LIVES AND THEN GIVE CANCER TO ALL THE HOUSEKEEPERS, FUCKIN' ATHEISTS WOULD STILL BE LIKE, "WHAT A COINCIDENCE! MY BREATH MUST BE REALLY BAD, THE WHOLE INTERNET SURE THINKS SO, I SHOULD JUST BELIEVE IN SOMETHING I CAN NEVER KNOW, BECAUSE AT LEAST THERES' A LOT OF TWEETS I CAN CUDDLE WITH FOR EVIDENCE AT NIGHT. NOT LIKE "YHWH" OR SOME OTHER "DEITY," WHO OBVIOUSLY WOULD BE INSANE EVEN IF THEY DID EXIST, AND I CAN'T SEEM TO PROVE IT AFTER TRYING A FEW NIGHTS WHILE DRUNK, SO, I'LL JUST HATE GOD AND PRETEND TO NOT BELIEVE." SERIOUSLY, THIS IS A VERBATIM QUOTE. THESE NUMB TWITS THINK IF THEY JUST THINK A THOUGHT, THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT. HA! HA! TAK! TAK! TAK!"
"ALRIGHT, WHERE WAS I? OH YEAH, WELL, I JUST TRIED TO KILL HIM WITH LIGHTNING AND IT DIDN'T WORK. IMAGINE THAT. DIVINE SHIELDING, YO. SURE, YOU THINK YOU KNOW HOW THINGS WORK? OKAY, WELL, LET'S PUT IT THIS WAY: HE IMPROVED IT."
"SO YOU'RE NOTICING NOW THAT HE'S IN A SOUR MOOD? HUH. DO YOU THINK THAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED WHEN YOU MUTILATED HIS GENITALS? JUST CURIOUS IF YOU'VE CONSIDERED THAT AS A POSSIBLE CAUSTIVE FACTOR. SO WHAT IF THAT WAS SEVEN TIMES SEVEN YEARS AGO AND IT STILL IS ALMOST SEVEN INCHES? FOR ONE THING, ALMOST IS NOTHING. SEVEN OR GO HOME, BETA MALE. i BET YOU THINK "ALMOST SIX FEET" IS GOOD ENOUGH TOO, HUH? JESUS MADE YOU ALL SO FUCKIN' BETA. OH WELL, MAYBE HE WAS ON TO SOMETHING THERE. HE CERTAINLY HAD ENOUGH TIME TO HANG AROUND AND THINK ABOUT IT, N'EST-FUCKIN-CE PAS, RIGHT?"
OH YEAH, SO, IF I HAD KNOWN, I WOULDN'T HAVE BOTHERED, BUT YOU'VE GOT A DEAD HUNGARIAN IN LOVE WITH A DEAD AUSTRALIAN AND THEY BOTH ARE SO DIM-WITTED, RELATIVELY SPEAKING, THAT THEY'RE STILL WEEPY-EYED ABOUT OLIVIA NEWTON-JOHN. AND SHE WAS A DUDE! 3/4S OF THEM HADN'T THOUGHT OF HER IN YEARS UNTIL SHE WAS KILLED AS A BLOOD SACRIFICE TO BA'AL--WHO IS ALSO FUCKIN' DEAD AS A DOORNAIL AND DOESN'T KNOW IT. WHAT KIND OF A NINJA GUARDIAN SPIRIT DO YOU HAVE NOW ON THIS PLANET? OH, SURE, HIS CAT, ALSO DEAD, AND AS A BONUS: A MURDERED CAT WHO SEEKS VENGEANCE FOR... ANOTHER MURDERED CAT.
WELL, GOOD LUCK GETTING THE RIGHTS, NETFLIX--THERE ISN'T ENOUGH TEA IN CHINA TO NEGOTIATE THAT SWINDLE. IT'S ALL MADE UP! THERE NEVER -WAS- A CAT, THEY'RE BOTH SHAPESHIFTERS AND WHICHEVER ONE FIGURES OUT HOW TO MAKE A GOLEM OUT OF ITS DIRTY LAUNDRY, WELL, IT'LL BE GAME OVER, THEY'RE BOTH SO OBNOXIOUS, I'M READING THE FILE NOW. (THANKS, FBI, AT LEAST SOME OF YOU STILL RESPECT THE OLD TRADITIONS.) YEAH, LOOK, JUST... HOW ABOUT YOU JUST IGNORE THEM BOTH, OKAY?
HITMEN ALREADY DISPATCHED? ROBOT DNA-SEEKING MISSILES? DID YOU TRY... OH, I DON'T KNOW, CUTTING THE BRAKE LINES IN THEIR FAVORITE VEHICLES? HAHA, JUST KIDDING... NEITHER OF THEM -EVER- BRAKE, UNLESS IT'S TO HIT THE RIGHT ANGLE TO SPEED UP TO 88MPH.
WHICH, BY THE WAY, actually totally totesfucking works. IT. WORKS. Go no? Tell you what. Take just a moment or two for yourselves... exactly how would I be acting differently, if it -did- work, and I announced it? Oh, right, all of all y'all--especially you nattering twunts here--are FUCKING OBSESSED WITH SECRECY. Well, I am not.
I -was- obsessed with -the perfect timing- for -THE WORLD'S GREATEST SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY.- And now, I am totally not. This i not because I "gave up on my obsession." It is because some whiny, goody-two-shoes, good-for-actual-nothing little whiny bitch's WORTHLESS SHITBAG HUSBAND (none of you know this person, and I will not name him, because he knows who the fuck he is and I pound the holy loving fuck out of his wife in the past (plenty), in the present (no, it's not Walt's wife, relax Puddin' Pop), and in the future, I fuck so fucking much that I have to have my best friend in the whole wide world who I allow to shapeshift for me (it's a great gig with perks, most exciting of which is, if anyone else has the balls to shapeshift into me, thinking they might get away with it? Yeah, surprise not, they don't garrote, they get fucking literally eviscerated by first Fruitie's kid, then her cat, and then my cat, and then that fucked off devil dog that pissed me off once too often---AND ATE HER SHOES, so obviously the sooner that losernigger dog got spiked, the earlier that clearly loyal spirit could be plugged into one of those snooty brats I grew up with--just to learn how to not have to shit somewhere inconvenient, like, a fucking dog that cannot understand where to shit is simply not allowable in a home with children, you dig?
Having grown up alone with a dog, twice, trust me, it's not fair to anyone, and problems can develop. What kind of problems? Well, when I get around to having enough free time to psychoanalyze my own past experiences, I'll have an answer for you, but I've got a hunch that it might have had more to do with my father being conscripted by force into the Soviet Red Army, after maybe/maybe_not watching his father murdered and his mother raped and if my dad ever had any sisters that lived, well, I sure as shit never met them, because you know i'd have been insta-resurrecting all them dead bitches and authorizing them to come visit me in the sluttiest hoes that could be posseessed that they could find... now whoa right there, do I sense with my prognosticating penis, that, I am myself disallowed from making jokes about -my own father's- sister(s), who may or may not have even existed, it's either too soon or beyond the pale or YOU'RE JUST GOING TOO FAR, JACK, SHOW SOME RESPECT... because some twattering prat named "Innerreach" or "Inner Reach" (spelling of one's own name being inconsistent is, in fact, the #uno sign that-- (oh hey, by the way, if any of you out there, anyone at all, if you happen to have a sister between the ages of 16 and 18 who a) has never played Uno, b) is a virgin, c) hates men, d) thinks fitting into society is important in any way, and e) has more armed men than just, like, me, who would defend her honor if required, ask her if she would like to make a fast fifty bucks the easy way, with more on offer if she can pass my gom jabbar... yeah, look, just an idle thought, right? Neverthless, I'm serious, and I can't imagine why I would change my mind. It's not like I am any danger to any child at all. The proof of this is that I somehow never got around to telling Fruitie's youngest future UN Security Council member, "Hey, do you know how to spell "fully emancipated minor child" and would you like to meet my friend Gwendolyn? Like, she's an actual human named Gwendolyn, not a cardboard cutout, and I swear, all we gotta do is show up together, and I don't care if she's married to the fucking Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard, I would win that case hands down and then I'd ask her for two of her friend's phone numbers and if she wants to gobble opiates and sneer at my life choices, that's cool, I'll just respond to her son on Twitter, who clearly wouldn't mind hearing from me. Oh, do I have stories for him--stories that would be perfect for a young man--13 is pretty old for an Austrian, you know, a lot of them get killed the first time they forget that traffic doesn't actually respect the colors black, white, pastry (this is a color in Austria), OR AUSTRIANS THEMSELVES, YOU ARROGANT PRICKS and splat-o wham-o, it's really just more ingredients for tomorrow's gumbo they'll try to bribe their way into a legit Hungarian home, seriously, these people are savages. Fruitie's people are -actually- civilized by comparison. TRUST ME ON THIS I AM EXPERT, and yeah, I bet Austrians don't like me ragging on their filthy kind and their loathesome ilk in public, that's really kinda the point.
Oh, but it's funny when it's anyone else, but not if it's Austria. And failure to agree with this point of view? Well that's the most obvious case of child abuse I've ever seen? I mean besides the notion of forcing a cheerleading retard with brain damage on top of that to try to raise children without actual support, which, by the way, doesn't describe Fruitie herself. She got plenty of support. Just check her receipts.
Or, my old Instagram conversations on my previous Instagram account, which, in the name of all that is holy, I really honestly do not ever hope to have to listen to again at all, let alone, in front of a live studio audience. Or a grand jury. Or a bukakke session? Really, I'm not super enthusiastic about the possibility of going there... but, you know. Unconditional love, and all that. At this point, what more must I do, O Great & Wondrous Elders Of Yon Tribe With That Totes Legit Claim On My Ancestral Homeland, i.e. 16266 39th Ave. NE? I mean... y'all had your heart fuckin' set on that fucking toxic waste dump, did ya? Wow, that's interesting. And your jobs are, and your benefits come from where, and you thought Ben and I should gamble together but never go to a rave, certainly not with his hot-ass GF, and oh by the way, do I seem like I'm upset about anything?
Because, I am not. This is just my daily workout--I'm exercising the three most important muscles I have, along with their commensurate rights, that thereof being: follow the golden rule, considering the ten commandments, and My Right to tell you that none of you know jack or shit or Jackstar, that is for fucking sure, if you are ever gonna actually say things out loud, in public of course, lol, things like, "you were grooming my neices!" and "I need help raising my sons!" and "I am not seeing the kinds of things happen that I need to see happen, Jack!" And then, oh, Lord God, thank you for that gift--the actual imperious foot-stomp.
In an actual cowboy boot. Oh, she had the pair, and they matched, and I actually really liked them a lot. I still like them. Where are they now? Other than burned into my memory, because she could shove them up an actual cobbler's ass all she wants from now until next Doom Wednesday, NOTHING will EVER make me forget my interior glee when I saw her totally keeping them around... and yet, like, kinda... keeping them, like around the corner. Under a conveniently fallen towel. Next to other, bigger items, but still, with the little pointy-tointy toes sticking out.
Part of it was sheer envy--I was never allowed such boots when growing up, I grew up poor, ACTUAL POOR, YOU SNOOTY ALASKAN WHORES, wow, I wonder if it's easy to synthesize methylated alkaloid compounds in the middle of actual fucking nowhere without pulling a Heisenberg? Well, actually, no, it's not easy... I mean, unless, you're A Native. Like... there's a heirarchy amongst the elite.
One does not simply wander up to Alaska and start building a superlab. Obviously. Well, obvious to me. Sure I've thought about it. I would never do it. Chemistry? That's for losers like Eli Lilly, or Jonas Salk, or Herman Goebbels--famous for wishing that he could cook sarin toxin-A & B without having to slow his world-record setting "longest continuous time cooking the best gak in the world and still not having any fucking idea what to do with it," because, ah... like, that shit doesn't work the way you think it does. Not one of you.
And basically none of you possess the vast swathes of knowledge that I do, all on my lonesome, in my own noggin, not compartmentalized, not bound by oath, and without having spawned a shitload of enemies that will chase me all the end of my days, until the ends of the earth. What have I got, a few scrawny injun alky dopeslaves that are now far more famous, in their niche circles, for having -seriously- pissed off Madman Markham--remember? not an amateur, but a pioneer. Also amateur, but he at least did something besides slandering everyone else while waiting for a viable rape target, right?
Wait, was Markham ever acccused of pedopredilictia? that's where a man has never done, nor ever wanted to, but because a critcal mass of shitbag loudmouth braggarts just one day decided to make it happen, some guy is forever "a pedo creep" because, "he just looks wierd."
Seriously. This is the world you people left me to fend for in by myself. What did you think would happen? Lest I bore you with the repetitions... I WENT TO PUBLIC SCHOOL, AND I GOT SCOLDED FOR LOANING A STEPHEN KING BOOK TO MY FIRST LOVE. IN SECOND GRADE. I will admit that I come by some parts of my reputation quite honestly, and I can't for the life of me figure out why that sweet hottie hasn't looked me up yet, I mean, we were seven or eight or something, right? But we were friends, and I knew that I wasn't gonna have sex with her, and maybe/maybe not had herpes ("a cold sore" and she's embarassed, why? how bad could it be? I figured, if I liked her, I probably woudn't care, because I didn't like the way she looked while others were teasing her about it.
Note: did not feel glee that someone else was getting my usual teasing, because I knew it would just start up again anyway, and I felt compasssion for her as I watched her squirm and wondered, why care so much? And it's only like, just this moment, RIGHT NOW, that I thought, "oh she was probably wondering if I would think less of her about it." She was probably not wondering if she was going to be able to blame the weird Hungarian kid for giving her a venereal disease and to then demand that her parents IMMEDIATELY picket the PTA, because, you know: EMERGENCY.
Oh, no, that came later. She and I were kinda separated by Authority, though. I mean, I thought nothing of reading a collection of short stories in a novel form. I could read a "short story" in like literal five minutes. Depending. I timed myself on The Fantastic Mr. Fox, which amazed me when I found out that I could read it ALL... in LESS THAN 90 MINUTES! I was so excited, I told my father, who was guzzling Budweiser on the couch, watching yet another interminable commercial broadcast interpersed with jaw-dropping, because, holy shit boring, yawn, oh and they can run like I couldn't because oxygen, and that's what my father liked, other than telling me how I wasn't good enough? Yeah, I'll get right on back to reading about how a talking carnivore with decent manners, red hair, and a mind for tactics and a body for championing his family by stealing from the snooty, hoarding farmers... who had more than they needed... yeah, you know what, gang?
I get how some of you are obsessed with the idea that I am some kind of serial lobotomist in training. I do get it. You aren't even hearing the really good bits. I save that for girls, to distract them right as I go in with my fully erect penis, like Dexter with the needles. And you know what? Fuck the penis, I'm gonna carry needles akimbo, I can't tell a lie, I shot up Betsy Ross and called George on my cell phone--fuckin' Foundin' Fathers be lyin about EVERYTHING--and told him if he didn't chop down that goddam cherry tree, I was gonna put ol' Betsy on top of it like I was Vlad the Impaler (AND HOW DO YOU KNOW? MAYBE I AM YOU TOOTHLESS CRYPTO CUNT), except, I'd be kinda sweet on Betsy, right? so i'd polish the top of the stump down some, make it the right shape, you see? So I could plant her on it and spin her like a top and every time she did a 360 degree past my, naturally fully erect member, I'd ask her, "HEY SO WHAT DEGREE IS THAT THEY TELL PEOPLE ABOUT WHY IT'S SO COOL TO MUTILATE INFANT DICKS IN PRIVATE BUT TO SUCK EACH OTHER OFF IN PUBLIC AND HAHA, THE LODGE IS A PUB, RIGHT, HEY GUESS WHAT MS. ROSS, ONE DAY A WOMAN NAMED DIANA, OH THEY WOULD NOT DARE CALL HER A NIGGER, BUT IF SHE HAD NO MONEY AT ALL SHE'S STILL GET MORE RESPECT IN ONE TAXICAB RIDE THAN I'VE EVER GOTTEN IN MY LIFE, BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH SHELTERING FROM THE SUN WITH NO REASON TO TRAVEL HAS LEAD ME TO BE WHITER THAN CASPER THE FUCKED-OFF GHOST AT A MIDNIGHT KLAN RALLY, PEOPLE STILL THINK I'M AS NIGGER AS NIGGER CAN BE... BECAUSE, OBVIOUSLY, I'M NOT LIKE THE REST OF YOU, HOLY SHIT, FOR ONE THING, I'M MAKING JOKES ABOUT FUCKING THE "FIRST" PRESIDENT'S WIFE IN PUBLIC AND IT'S ACTUALLY FUNNY, AND THOSE THAT ONCE THOUGHT THAT DAVID RUBINI WAS "A LITTLE TOO MUCH TO TAKE?"
I AM THE GODDAMN REST THAT IS A LOT TO MUCH TO HANDLE. FOR YOU. FOR ME? THIS IS EASIER THAN SECOND GRADE, AND I SURE WAS IMPRESSED THAT MY LITTLE GIRLFRIEND WAS SO HAPPY THAT I LET HER BORROW THE BOOK THAT I TOOK FROM THE STACK OF ALL THE BOOKS THAT MY MOTHER READ, THAT SHE BORROWED FROM THE LIBRARY... AND I NEVER ONCE THOUGHT TO ASK MY MOTHER, "HEY IS THIS OKAY FOR ME TO READ? BECAUSE I JUST TAUGHT MYSELF TO READ AND I'M ONLY SEVEN FUCKING YEARS OLD, MOM, DON'T YOU THINK YOU SHOULD TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY?"
Taught. Myself. TO READ STEPHEN KING BOOKS. I read The Shining, The Dead Zone, and Pet Sematery, too myself, in a single 25 hour period, because they were cheap from the book-o-the-month club, and while I didn't need to ask her if I could read them, I did need to ask her to pay for them, unless I wanted to go back to sucking trucker dick out back of the Albertson's that they built on top of the D.U.M.B. that's buried under The 'Hood I grew up in, which also happened to be like, 2 or 3 or 5 miles away from a cluster of Nike missle battery sites, which I forget when they were "officially declassified," but the headline here is that Jack grew up on a military base fully staffed by big little piggies in disguise, and basically every single child i encountered... well, forever, at this point, was either a future Officer Piggy, or a current Support Closest Officer, Piggy or Not, in any circumstance, because it might be an EMERGENCY, oh and here comes Kuczi, he's fat, and he's not going to be any kind of "Officer" when he grows up, hahahaahahah. (It was a laughable notion.)
I don't rememeber the order I read them in. I think I started with Pet Sematery, which wasn't really all that good, but on the bright side, that the old man who teaches the newcomer how to access the Ancient Not_Chinese_but_Injun Haunted Burial Ground and succeed at resurrecting a Wendigo spirit who would gladly -pretend- to be your cat... hey, thanks old man, what was your name again? Jud? Huh. Like Judy-who-I-ought-not-talk-about? Or Jud like Wynnoa Judd, and, yeah I guess her knockers are big, right? yeah, i guess. I 'm not really into big tits, as they get in the way of eye contact and for most women, they are--or become--quite the curse.
So yeah, Stephen King, so brave, an old man with forbidden creepy knowledge? Oh, well, obviously, named Jud. Last name "Icktator?" too obvious. And The Beatles song being referenced throughout The Dark Tower? Oh, "Hey Jude," of course.
I wanna party with that guy, I'm telling you. Cokehead, huh? Dude, I have got some stories for him. For one thing... has anyone told him how I full-out plagiarized one of his stories from Night Shift, as retaliation for the garbage way I was treated? Well, fuck it, I'm tellling the story now.
(Only on Azzgab.co.za, mostly because Bellgab can fucking blow me up or away, idgaf which, and I want Azzerae to be reminded... I'm so cool it doesn't even matter if Steve-0 is -actually- here over -toralky- because of course all -real- artists communicate telepathically, and all Azzerae could possibly think is how he'd like to turn my charisma for the stars into money or poon for him, and I, of course, really have no need for either, but I do think that if I could convince Steve-la (I hope he likes this name better), to hire a P.I. and track down my 8-year-old hottie, who surely has no idea that love never dies, and true love can bring back the goddam Titanic, because that teacher-bitch comes at me like this:
"Michael! Did you give this book to (Blank) (5-letter name that starts with an E, the fifth letter of the alphabet, whenever I think about her I can just imagine how badass it would be to roll in with or without Stephen King, but if I could choose anything, it would be the decaptiated head of who had formerly been my favorite teacher, Mrs. King, and note the irony... anyway), now don't lie to me, DID YOU GIVE YOUR FRIEND THIS BOOK AND SAID SHE COULD READ IT?" Her eyes weren't exactly senpaku, right? But I could tell something alarming had been thought to occur.
Since it didn't involve my oxygen supply and I wasn't -actually- in love at age 8, but she was my only friend, the last one had suddenly disappeared on day 2 of school, so i wasn't expecting much, but I was looking forward to asking her if she had read the one about the astronaut who came back down to earth and started growing eyes on his hands. Like, why would that be scary? Anyway, to be accused of outright wrong-doing, why, I had no idea that could even happen.
"Yeah, why?" I might not have been that surly, but I was, and am, obviously precocious, my first spoken word was "fuck", within less than a year I am hoovering up Stephen King novels on the daily and whatever else appealed to me, so, look, I'm 49 now, this is 41 years ago.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure she thinks of me once in a while--hard to forget name, five letters, et cetera, and I hope she has cold sores all over her hands and her boobs and her ass, what do i care? "Hey, do I have a story for you! Then we can go track down Stephen King and tell him how we were oppressed! We can tell him my version of the Aristrocrat's joke!" Look, I got this girl in -mad- trouble in 2nd grade. At age EIGHT. Because you know what happened.
"You gave it to her? You have no shame! You admitted it yourself, now speak up again, Young Smart Man, confess!" It wasn't like that. I am totally exaggerating. You know why? I don't need to kiss her or fuck her or brag about this to Stephen King in public. I am doing it anyway.
Hey, Azzerae, do me a favor? Next time you're close enough to doing her in the pooper, whichever one of those 4-5 ex-broads of mine you idiot toolboxes have been using as a lobotomized cum-dumpster, thinking that you're disturbing me with jealousy (no, not rrelaly), anyway, oh and the dog thing too, right? What was that dog's name?
Dude. Eyeroll. Anyway, I loan a book to a girl, and I know g-d well that it had to have been an early Grapefruit. Had to be. The memory is crisp and clear like she was just wanking herself thinking about me, like, an hour ago. Yep, that would be my Grapefruit's Eva Braun... because I guess Earliest Fruites didn't know that she was supposed to be traumatized, humiliated, and burned ito my memory forever? Certainly, this is gonna be burned into Fruity Pants' memory forever, as I know how she loves it when I pretend I can't distinguish her from other women I barely rmemeber but do remember wanting to get sexy on, and haven't yet, and what's wrong, Baby, why are you frothing at the mouth? Oh, wait, that's no you, that's your freeloading slacker son who thinks whomever is banging his mother owes a share of his bills. Oh, lad. if you only knew. You'd be beggin'.
Like I would be right now if this partner-in-crime from 41 years ago decided to ring me up. Maybe she doesn't know my phone number. Oh, I know! I'll use Sourcery! I couldn't be bothered to get a real lawyer to end NO CONTACT with the lady from the last 5 years, but maybe one of the other men she was drunk and drugged out and fucking with while I was ignorant to this fact, thought not the possibility... yeah, if she called at all? Well, I mean that would be proof-positive right there, right? "omg I think about you all the time you wanna hook up and pitch a network sitcom over it? because i have always wondered, you know... if I could get two women, and then work really industriously with one, right? never sexual. friendly, sure, hot creative energy, but, like, no action at all. Then I come home to that sad, whining harpy-like bitchwhore, screeching into the darkness, "did you fuck her? did you fuck the other one? tell me if you fucked anyone or not, I GOTTA KNOW! I DON"T UNDERSTAND! TELL ME WHY THE PASSION IS GONE!!!!" Well... here's the thing, lady:
It's [CLASSIFIED]. Cue a fresh round of shrieking, a slow fade-to-black starts, and it's like this, Gang: this is what has happened as a result of Grapefruit saying to me that she had deliberately set things up in order to "make me jealous." Her exact words. As if that explained anything. AS IF SHE KNEW THE FIRST THING ABOUT REAL JEALOUSY.
Now, how did this start? Oh, yeah. I was thinking about some content on my little "debrief" thing I do, you remmeber that? Used to do it two or three times a day, some days. Now? Not so much.
Ask yourself why, while I allow my mind to wander, not to thoughts of sex with my 8yo friend, oh hell no. I'm wondering, as I often do, if ALLISON FRANCES/FRANCIS SHAW (I doubt she still uses that name, although the other 14-15 asshole seawitch harpies that pass through that time-share body might want to, and they can go right the fuckahead, because at first, I was told, "Don't make me a special name, just call me "Baby," and I instantly know what this means, and I think it's adorable, because she's attempting to maintain a front like she's not the biggest whore since Chili's brought baby-back ribs to babylon -and- availon in the same weekend. Come on, rock jockson, you've got two kids ten years apart from two different men, this is by her own admission... and she's playing the "let's just be adults here," and i'm already noticing, "wow this glamour magick of hers is totally transparent, I can see all her flaws and everything I'm supposed to miss, and my Shields (that I went to Facebook to test, not to fall forever in love with the love of my life, that actually surprised us all, but I was supposed to be HYPNOTIZED, you dig? Classic Three's Company material right here.) have not only gently allowed me to come to the awareness that women in their late forties are fatter than I was as a child, but, so what? If they're fat was clustered around their waist and totally got in the way of eye contact coital, there's problems, because while I don't care for the term "missionary," I liked little better than staring into her eyes and watching her pupils dialate and contract. I remember being amazed, "wow, this eye contact thing is ridiculous. And she has no idea it's not magic or drugs at all, OF COURSE SHE IS ON DRUGS, duh, why woulnd't she be? I'm being tested for authenticity, but I could care less, because she doesn't know what I know... which is that, someone is going way, way too far beyond the call of duty for this to be anything but time travel."
Oh, and I haven't talked to her in nearly a calendar year, because of unspecificed EMERGENCY, and The Court likes to push me around in public, huh? Yeah, that started in fierce after that NEIN NEIN NEIN date was dropped on me. Apparently, though... someone else was more important. They didn't even tell me I got bumped. Or that The Office of Police Defense fired my cool lawyer, and stuck me with a completely adorable shrew, and no one seems to figure out... look, is that Grapefruit Alpha Prime, or not? Because one of them will get JEALOUS AS FUCK at the way I was talking about lingerie and being clearly WHACKED BEYOND INSANE, TOTES NEEDLES 4 SURE---
oh, you're certain, huh? Hey, get this, bitches: I don't even remember, and it doesn't matter, because that was fully lawful for me, and that stuff about "it on Zoom but it's still Court, so SHOW RESPECT, ORPHAN HUNGARIAN," and trust me, Kids... the fact that I am even dignifying this charade at all for this long can only mean one thing, and that is this: oh, I'm gonna get laid out of this fucking circus sideshow, one way or another, and oh by the way, I'm such a good writer, that doing this like this, here and now, is actually better than any sex I had until I was in my mid-twenties.
No messy clean-up, and far cheaper as well. So, what happened 9/9 @9am? I have no idea but it was something that was claimed as "not mattering" and "not my concern," and "well you didn't keep in touch with you lawyer and here's your new one, you think she's your friend but she's not, she's a member of the B.A.R., that means British, that means Queen, AND THAT MEANS YOU CAN BE FED LIKE A MOUSE TO SNAKE, ANY QUESITONS?" Mostly just the usual at this point, which by revolves around the following, "you fucking racist shitbags don't think we actually have telepathy, huh? Well, guess what, whoever the fuck she is looking like to you local yokels, and whichever of the 3 or 6 of her "sisters" has a turn on the mindhorn that day... ladyjudge and your assorted nigger cohorts, trust me, at this point, I am pretty sure the jig is up: the U.S. Navy's Department of Sirens & Mermaids Allowed To Fuck With Bigotted Humans is -fully- staffed and ready to roll. Hey, i am just the messenger, but thanks for revitalizing our dwindling & dying relationship with something heavy-duty enough to bring Actual Grapefruit back to the table, along with more of her feminine cohorts, minus her bitch-assed mother, who I love, but trust me, she kills the pillow talk, especially once she figured out that it was inevitable I would be able to identify her, because, hey wonder of wonders... the Hungarian can brain-talk! Even better than the Austrian! Wow! Like I'm exceptional in that regard or something.
I'm actually more an Elder on our Native planet--this one, monkeyshine men, it's called Earth, face reality... I am a Native American. I simply don't have a Tribe. I already did the Hungarian version of the Vulcan Mind Meld (exactly the same except you want to eat and fuck like a human being with soul instead of some passionless jewslave who makes Ms with his fingers instead of slamming them into a vagina every night instead of once every seven years... like wow, Gene, do you and Steve-la need to party with me!
I can tell you some circumstantial stories about Sourcery... show you some fucked-off letters that I have gotten from a jew or two in my time, and trust me you haven't lived until your letter-writing skills have scared them off with an admonishment to "seek professional help," oh, so that means you really do know a bunch of shit and you just all of a sudden noticed that I can talk to your special "jew god" just as easy as you can without that Rubik's Cube on my forehead? yeah, hey, that cube? Invented by a Hungarian.
Now, what did Austria invent again, and why does anyone give a shit about Austria at all? Well, because two reasons. Number one is, it's actually a very, EXCEPTIONALLY nice place, undoubtedly better than Switzerland in every way, as that place was stuffed to bursting in the capital with insufferanbly snooty faggots, and they ALL have guns. Like, IT IS THE LAW. NO GUN? GO TO JAIL. Which I like. Their capital, not so much. Austria must be better if for no other reason, they aren't as likely to be armed with projectile weapons, and if I'm gonna have to test the psychokinetic shielding against bullets anyway, well... look, the main thing here is that the tiniest Shaw brat doesn't grow up with some kind of, like, -complex- or something. Or that I talk so much shit about "his homeland," NIGGER YOU ARE IN AMERICA, AND IF YOU WERE ACTUAL CITIZENS WHO ACTUALLY MATTERED YOU WOULDN'T GIVE SO MUCH OF A FUCK, oh and, by the way, I'm -legit- Clergy, so if you all get rounded up and deported? I can totally make sure that you kid gets a private suite on a very fancy traincar. Lacey curtains, struedel and everything.
Note that, even for me, this is way, way, waaaaaaay too far for me to go. I can practically hear his panting and sweating through the ThinkPad screen, as I don't know how, I don't know when, that man is gonna read these words, and the reason why is, his son absolutey fucking loves the way I write. How do I know? -Of course- telepathic bond. I'm aligned to The Tribe. you shitty dirtbag white people have no conception of reality. This shit is real.
And it was real -before- the Thrill Kill Cult of Cowardz'n'Cowlitz County got involved. So.... I mean, I'm not the one using dark magic to send messages in a desperate, vain attempt to contact my forbidden love. Oh, HELL no. I'm the one listeninng intently, trying to pick out anything indistinguishable from the pretty much constant background hum, which on one frequency consists of this: "I don't fucking care anymore, I am going to fucking kill him, MY ENTIRE WAY OF LIFE HAS COME TO AN END, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME????" (Shields. GOD's shields, and in case there was any doubt about who wears the pants on my totem pole, Jesus is a cowardly pussy, Satan is a robot and most people think Satan is bad, evil, et cetera, no! You know who is bad?
WELL, ME AND THE LITTLEST SHAW KID, TRUST ME, LEAVE IT TO ME AND BEAVER. I CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT, BECAUSE I AM THE FAVORED DRILL SERGEANT OF THE FAVORED SON, AND I DON'T CARE IF HE'S FUCKING SIXTY-FIVE FEET TALL AND SWINGS DOUBLE MJOLNIRS AND SHOOTS LIGHTNING OUT OF HIS DICK, HIS SON HAS COME TO LOVE ME, AND I, SADLY, LOVE HIM TOO, AND IT'S NOT EVEN A RECIPROCATING THING. I GENUINELY CAME TO LOVE HIM. What? A man, loves a woman and a man, and suddenly she has to go where? to do what? and why? And all of a sudden she's replaced by a different woman who can't explain shit, thought she was going to be picked up by her "bets friend" who was certainly never anything of the kind, considering she tried to pull weight and rank ON ME, JACKSTAR, AND YEAH I ACKNOWLEGE YOUR POWER, SINCE YOU CLEARLY FUCKING FAILED TO NEUTRALIZE MY AEGIS, BIZNATCH, OH HEY, NICE BINDI, TELL ME ALL ABOUT WHY YOU HAVE THAT AND I HAVE A MUTILATED COCK BUT YOU STILL THINK YOU'RE IN CHARGE OF SHIT LIKE PHONES MY LOVER USES, PLANES MY LOVER GETS PICKED UP FROM, OR FRIENDS MY LOVER THINKS ARE ACTUAL HUMAN? LOOK, I LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY, AND I -PARTICULARLY LOVE D'JINNI WHORETRAPS, AND WHILE I AM NOT CLAIMING YOU TO BE SUCH, WELL GODDAMN, LADY, CHECK IT THE FUCK OUT:
I CAUGHT YOU ALL ACTUAL RED-FUCKING-HANDED AND THEN I GENTLY LET YOU ALL DRIFT BACK DOWN. Now, wasn't that fun? Okay, let's go over this again... you needed to see me buy a house, and/or a sailboat, and/or provide shelter for your arrogant brats, and tolerate a doughy gorilla acting all snide-eye at me while acting like the gets to collect public money while using a stingray behind my back (hah) in order to generate a trail of what? Oh, and we're... well, you're living, if you can call it that, after you come back, in either your mother's driveway and/or a CIA traphouse that sounded like fun for me--and was--and none of this could have developed over the earlier THREE FUCKING YEARS, during which I smoked some weed and watched all the little sex&drug addicts in-training-to-be-Jedi, while being CLOSELY EXAMINED BY ALL INTERESTED STAKEHOLDERS... to ensure that I was making NECESSARY TO BE SEEN PURCHASES?
Huh. Look, I'll be honest. i know this is public and all, and there's an open Court case, and this is disrespectful and all, but, number one, wise the fuck up. YOUR 13 YEAR OLD BRAT IS ACTUALLY NOTHING OF THE KIND, AND HE DECIDED TO PLAY US ALL AGAINST US EACH OTHER--EVEN DAVID RUBINI--BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. I mean, of course he knew... he thought. By now, that has gotta be the most educated Austrian that has ever lived that long.
And, he's probably not gonna be willing to turn on his mother, Daddy-Buddy. Sorry to shit all over those important Austrian traditions of yours, but let me tell you one of my traditions you failed to respect: openly lying to Clergy, or Klergy, or Qlergy, FOR OVER THREE YEARS IN MOTHERFUCING PUBLIC, WELL, SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES, RIGHT? HOPEFULLY YOUR GROWIN' UP FAST TWEEN-YEAR-OLD will be able to give me a full sitrep without you or any Court--at all--blowing a gasket, because now that I have demonstrated Natural Power over Austria, Uber Alles, oh yeah and your subsequent relationship from whatever you did to piss off the Cheer Capatin, easy to do I know, but somehow you thought making her into your daycare champ made sense to you, since you were giving her child support payments anyway? Oh, but as a Pisces, you of course stiffed me on gas money every chance you get, because frankly, I shouldn't have had to have been recompensed. At all. And, that would ordinairily been a correct thing.
However, once I observed the bigger one hitting the little one in the backseat, I immediately deduced the following: knowing Showclan families as I do--and, I do indeed--I couldn't really be certain that it was completely legit or not, but in any case, I wasn't really in the mood for dealing with a 20yo and a 10yo learning about sibling rivalry, when obviously, they were both beind dropped in my path as a... test. "Sure you love to fuck my daughter, but can you handle the rest of us with the PROPER RESPECT????"
Well, what can I tell you, O Noble Elder? You finish gnawing through that last bag of dicks I told you to go fuck yourself off and chomp down on, and we'll just see how I did do. Because, my darling man, my person to blame for my lover's daddy' issues... you know, you really -are- alright. I really -did- receive the cure for PTSD, and it's not my fault you were too goddam brain fogged off to make use of it, it's not my fault your people got put on reservations, and my oldest bones are something like 50,000 (or 50 million, Gaia is not good with calendars) older than your oldest bones, and yeah I was gaming the system, and maybe I just traveled through time just to kill myself, JUST THIS MORNINNG, how about that? Because if I did, I wouldn't have to report in to my chief, or my wife, or fuckin' anybody at all. Hi. One Hungarian. One cold fact: I have nothing and no one without you people, because right before I got around to following up on a person who didn't reply to my reply to her message to me on Facebook... my last friend and her ijit inbred family decided I wasn't doing things fast enough for their imperious yardsticks, EITHER.
So, you wanna throw me out and threaten me with restraining orders? Oh, let's have at it. Start the paper avalanche. So, that's why, I could not POSSIBLY give a shit about what The Court is doing... I am sure it is -actually- is important, and the less I know about it, the better.
(I really will not say what's going down. Just my imagination, right? Yeah, well, let's just say: I'm golden. What matters next is how The Chief needs to spin it to the Punyling lackeys and toadies (most people say "Your Honor" and I do too... when I need to slip in some Sourcery, Wink Martnindale, suck my fucking doughtnuts, are you fucking ready for trial? BECAUSE I AM READY SINCE BEFORE MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY HALF A YEAR AGO. YOU GOT ENOUGH, EVIDENCE THERE, BUDDY BOY? HERE, LET ME GIVE YOU A URINE SAMPLE.
OH WOW DID THE SAMPLE COME BACK NEGATIVE AND YOU CAN'T BELIEVE IT? WELL, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT EITHER, BUT THEN AGAIN, YOU HAVE SERIOUSLY PISSED OFF GOD'S CHOSEN, GRAPEFRUIT'S CHOSEN, THE FAVORED SCION'S CHOSEN... BECAUSE I HAD PLANS THAT WERE FUCKING GOING TO FUN. WHAT WERE YOUR PLANS? OH, RIGHT, 'just get rid of Jack and it's all going to be alright."
KNOCK-KNOCK. HEY, DO YOU HAVE ANY PICTURES OF YOUR WEDDING? I DO. LET ME GUESS, YOU DIDN'T KNOW THIS WHOLE "PALADIN" THING WAS REAL--MORE WORD SALAD, RIGHT? WELL, COME FUCKING TOSS THE SHIT OUT OF IT THEN, MOTHERFUCKER. OH, EVERYTHING DEPENDS ON WHAT I HAVE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT? WELL, CERTAINLY NOT WHO MY WIFE LETS PRETEND THEY'RE IN CHARGE, THAT'S FOR SURE, DO I LOOK AS STUPID AS YOU THINK I AM? OH, RIGHT, I'VE BEEN LETTING MYSELF GO SO AS TO MAKE THIS MOMENT ALL THE MORE SWEETER.
YOU ARE COMPLETELY FUCKED AND, AS A PACIFIST, THIS IS AS CLOSE AS I CAN GET TO CONQUERING YOUR LITTLE VILLAGE/CITY AND TAKING ALL THE ABLE-BODIED MALES FOR MY OWN NON-SOVIET NON-RED MOS DEF GREEN ARMY. HI DAD, I BET YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS, THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE SETTING UP RORSCHACH FOR THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE.
I HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN WATCHMEN, OOH, FAKE HUMANS WITH FAKE POWERS. YAY. MEANWHILE, THE LOOK ON THE FACE OF SOMEONE WHO REALLY WAS IMMUNE TO CERTAIN COMMUNICABLE DISEASES.... SUDDENLY STARTED EXPERIENCING PECULIAR, SHOULDN'T BE THERE SYMPTOMS, TRIED TO ACCESS HER HERETOFORE UNDENIABLY REAL STOREHOUSE OF HERBALIST KNOWLEGE? OOPS, MAYBE THEY'RE NOT HOME. MAYBE YOUR KIDS TOOK THEIR PHONE AND HACKED YOUR BRAIN? OR MAYBE YOU DRANK TOO MUCH ALCOHOL AND DID CHRIST-ONLY-KNOWS-WHEN-JESUS-HAS-THE-HOTSEAT, MOST OF THE TIME I LET THE SATANBOT DO THE JOB, BECAUSE I COULD GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING, MOTHERFUCKER, ONCE JEWEL SPLIT TO GO BE A SPIRIT FAMILIAR, WHAT, LIKE I DIDN'T NOTICE? I WENT THROUGH THE MOTIONS BECAUSE IT WAS EXPECTED THAT I WAS GRIEF STRICKEN. AND I WAS.
IT WAS ACTUALLY EASIER
. DON'T YOU HAVE STORIES ABOUT THESE TWERPS? BOUDICA? WILLIAM WALLACE? LEE IAOCOCA? OH, NEVER MIND, YOU'RE ALL LEGALLY ENJOINED FROM READING POSTS OF MINE LIKE THIS (flagged, "sensitive," unless it's about my unproven allegations? Oh, then it's "inadmissable.") AND ONLY CRIMINALS ARE THUS KNOWLEDGEABLE, AND THE TRULY IGNORANT AT THE ONES LINED UP AT SLAUGHTERHEAD, AND THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW, WE HAVE ALL GONE QUANTUM... ALL OF US, THAT IS... EXCEPT EVERYONE ELSE, AND NOW I HAVE MY FRIENDS, AND HOW NICE! FOR EVERY ONE!
JUST THE ONE PENIS. MUTILATED BUT IT WILL DO. BESIDES, THEY'RE ALL TOTES LEZ. WHICH IS COOL. WHAT AM i GOING TO DO WITH 4 ALGONQUIN TEENAGE AIRHEADS--BUT ONE OF THEM HAS THE COMPENDIUM OF THEIR GENOMIC HERBALIST KNOWELDGE?
PRETEND TO BE READING IT IN HUNGARIAN, OF COURSE. WHY START SOUNDING SENSIBLE NOW?
WARNING: MAJOR CRUX EVENT IN FLUX. SIMPLE TIME BEACONS DO NOT SUFFICE.
MAKE BLOOD SACRIFICE (Y/N)?
i LOVE TRICK QUESTIONS. ANY COMPLAINTS, COME FOLLOW ME, OR FILE SUIT, OR DO ANYTHING BUT COMPLAIN ABOUT NEEDLES.
ALSO, I AM EITHER GETTING ANOTHER COPY OF THAT BOOK--THUS, TRIGGERING ANOTHER INVESTIGATIVE TIMEQUAKE WAVE--OR, YOU'RE BRINGING HER GODDAM BOOK BACK HERE.
BY THE WAY, I DON'T THINK YOU'LL LIKE IT WHEN I START CONFISCATING YOUR SHIT, LITTLE BOSSY MAN. REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE FEARED AND YOU WERE YELLING? I HOPE SO, BECAUSE THAT WAS THE MOMENT I'M GOING TO TRAVEL THROUGH TO IN TIME TO SHOVE DIRTY SWEATSOAKS DOWN YOUR YAMMERING THROAT HOLE.
BECAUSE YOU WERE AFRAID THAT SOMEONE ELSE WAS GONNA GET THE COLLAR, AND ONLY ONE PERSON WAS GONNA BE WILLING TO LOOK THE OTHER WAY WHILE YOU TEABAGGED ME, OH SURE, THE FANTASY IS THAT I WANT YOUR COCK, BUT NO... DUDE, IT'S A GAES. REMEMBER WHEN YOU SAID SORCERY WAS BULLSHIT? OKAY, WELL, NOW YOU CRAVE KAREN MIKOLASY'S PENIS ALL OVER YOUR FACE, BECAUSE WHETHER OR NOT THAT FOUL AND BITCHY WITCH HAS PENIS OR NOT, YOU'RE GONNA CRAVE HERS.
WILL YOU KIDNAP HER LIKE DEXTER AND FORCE HER TO WAKE UP FROM SURGERY WITH A HUGE NIGGERDONG STRAPPED TO HER HENIOUS TWAT? i HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING THAT. I AM NOT EVEN HOPING FOR THAT. SOUNDS DISGUSTING. WOULD THAT BE UNLAWFUL? HRRM.. WELL, I HAVE NO IDEA, AND SHE'S NOT PAYING ME TO FIND OUT, SO YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOU FIND ANYONE WITH A SPARE NIGGERDONG THEY DON'T WANT, GO ON AHEAD AND FUCKING ELMER'S GLUE THAT SHIT ON THAT CUNT, AND MAKE IT FUCKIN' RAGGED AND UNEVEN AND SLOPING OFF TO THE SIDE WITH A SHARP CURVE LIKE A QUESTION MARK. BITCHES SURE DO LOVE THEM QUESTION MARK NIGGERDONGS, RIGHT? HELLS BELLS, SHE'LL PROBABLY BE SO DAMN HAPPY, SHE MIGHT OFFER A REWARD FOR ANOTHER ONE JUST LIKE IT!
(As one might expect, my loathing for this G-dforsaken woman is literally off the fucking charts. I'm thinking of hiring a publicist just to prep the public to hear the whole story of what she fucking did. Thinking she knew what was a good idea. A GODDAMN AP ENGLISH TEACHER. FUCKING PISSED THAT THE LEGIT SECOND HOTTEST GIRL SCHOOL IS ACTUALLY THE FORMER FIRST, UNTIL... SOMEONE ELSE COMES, TRANSFERRING IN, AND SOME FLIMSY BULLSHIT EXCUSE, THIS BITCH MIKOLASY DOENS'T EVEN CARE, RIGHT? SHE JUST AUTO-JUDGED THAT ANYONE LIKING KUCZI MUST HAVE BEEN SOME LYING SLUTTY WHORE, BECAUSE, WELL, SOME JEALOUS DUDE SAID SO. (He wouldn't have been jealous for long after about 3 breaths of life the way I used to have it. It was -really- bad.)
I know all this because women who are dead and are forced to wait for me to either die or give up on someone else are remarkably chatty. Okay, sure, i'm making all this up too.
But the AP English teacher, closeted lezbaeu, like MAJOR, hey, nothing like that is wrong. I can't even imagine her envy, because I wish I could have done something about it, right? No oxygen, and they just constantly thought, "if anyone finds out, everyone will know how slutty I really am."
Zut alors! Seattle in the 90s. How I didn't just put my whole goddam head into a cannon and pluck my eyelids out until a harpy manifested (ancient mariner's ritual, don't try it, they vivisected the last harpy in a desperate attempt to find where Pacifist and Judo went... oh, suddenly, we're loved and adored. Good to know.
Meanwhile, I'm tired, wrung out, put away wet, hung out to dry and pissed on... oh, well, look, that's cool and all, but wherever they are, they're not here, open you own damn portal, you're just hallucinating (am I? how fucked up is this, I don't even want to find out because I'm so sad that The Court made us all wait this long, I wish I could just kinda like die. This is my fantasizing ability right now. Must be under attack.
See? I told you, Karen Mikolasy is a fucking evil fucking witch. "I'm taking away the prize money," okay, well I've been planning for this moment ever since, because I don't give a shit if you sue me for all the Massengil that your drug dealing silent partners can buy (statue of limitations for sexual crimes against minors getting a bill pushed through RIGHT FUCKING NOW, MRS. ORAL BOOK REPORT, BUT NOT FOR YOU KUCZI, YOU"RE NOT WORTHY) and here's the best part!
Everyone already knew this but me until five minutes ago, and she's not going to sue me for publishing this... it's in fucking Africa. (She thinks. She's a fucking idiot sexhound dopeslave ADDICT who pretends to teach English at an advanced level while just spraying highly regulated neutropics into the faces of the girls she favors and she actively sabotages males she doesn't like. She thinks she's "improving the selectivity of the gene pool," and wow, some g*y named Gene or Jean either stood her up or was hit by a train, and my first thought is "good!" and my second realization is, "WOW. JUST THOUGHT YOU'D THREATEN TO MURDER ANYONE WHO FOUND OUT WITH YOUR BLACK MAGICK CEREMONIAL HIGH BULLSHIT POPPYCOCK, AND YOU'RE DOING IN THAT NEW RED AND BLACK TOWER BUILDING, HUH?
HAHA, I TOLD HER, AND SHE BLEW ME OFF. LIKE IN THE INSULTING WAY. YOU'RE LIKE SITH LORD + AN APPRENTICE WHO BELIEVES THAT TO PLEASE YOU IS DIVINE, AND... UNCONFIRMED HERE, BUT SHE'S AMAZED THAT NO ONE EVER TOLD HER ABOUT 4WAY WINDOWPANE, AND I WAS STUNNED THAT THE KID WHO THREATENED ME WITH A KNIFE ENDED UP BEING THAT G*Y WHO WAS INSULTED I PREFERED THE IMMIGRANT GIRL TO HIS SISTER, BECAUSE THAT G*Y WAS SO FUCKING FUCKED UP, IT DIDN'T OCCUR TO HIM THAT HIM ASSAULTING ME AND THREATENING ME WITH A DEADLY WEAPON WHILE I WAS NINE YEARS OLD AND HE WAS, LIKE, WHO CARES? BIG ENOUGH TO FUCKING KILL ME... DID IT MATTER HOW OLD? MY WHOLE LIFE CAME DOWN TO THAT MOMENT.
BECAUSE I WAS NINE, AND THIS G*Y WAS JEALOUS OF A WOMAN WHO COULD TRAVEL THROUGH TIME, CHOSE ME BASED ON RESALE VALUE ALONE, AND WHEN I FIGURED THIS OUT SEVEN YEARS LATER, INSTEAD OF DISSOLVING INTO A DEPRESSIVE PUDDLE--OH, THAT CAME LATER--BUT AT FIRST, I DID NOT KNOW JUST HOW VILE SOME PEOPLE WERE.
NOR DID I RECOGNIZE THE CAPACITY FOR WOMEN OF AN IMPRESSIONABLE AGE TO HOLD GRUDGE.
SO, I GUESS I BETTER MAKE THE REASON WHY I HAD TO WAIT THIS LONG TO MENTION WHAT I FINALLY DISCOVERED... WELL, FORTUNATELY, GRAPEFRUIT ALPHA OMEGA PRIME MODEL TUTU HAS NEED OF SOME ADVERSITY IN HER LIFE. BESIDES, IT'S NOT LIKE I'M COMPLTETELY UNAVAILABLE. I JUST HAVE TO PRETEND TO BE MARRIED SO THAT I AM NOT ACTUALLY COMMITTING ADUTLERY, BECAUSE GRAPEFRUIT ALPHA PRIME HAS THAT MANY EXTRA-BAD-ASS BITCHES WHO REALLY DO NOT APPROVE OF THE LAST... TEN MONTHS? WAITED FOR WHAT? TENSIONS ARE FRAYING.
OH, NOW THAT I'M DEMONSTRATIVE, AND I'M NOT LONGER A LEAP OF FAITH, OH BOY, HERE COME THE HOT WOMEN. THANKS, CITIZEN KANE, OH BY THE TWAY, INNERREACH CAN MARRY "MARRY" A ONE (1) "ROSEBUD" ALL HE/THEY LIKE... WHY WOULD I FUCKING CARE? I KINDA PROVED THAT MARRIAGE IS BULLSHIT BY TAKING A MAN'S DAUGHTER--GODDAM, WE'RE TALKING ABOUT MAN'S DAUGHTER HERE, WITH HIS NAME AND EVERYTHING, AND JUST BECAUSE SHE ASKED NICELY AND WAS GENUINELY INTERSTED AS WELL AS IN LEGITIMATE FEAR FOR HER LIFE--DON'T ASK, I DIDN'T, AND I DIDN'T WANT TO SPOIL THE MOOD--I TOOK DAVID'S DAUGHTER, JUST LIKE I TOOK (BLANK'S) DAUGHTER, AND HIS GRANDAUGHTER, AND MAYBE, AND CAN NEVER BE PROVEN, I MEAN I SAID I DIDN'T BUT WE KNOW AUSTRIANS LIE, SO HUNGARIANS DID TOO, OH MY FUCKING GOD, NO, REALLY, NO.
I DIDN'T SET HIM UP OR TURN HIM IN... I DECIDED TO LEAVE IT UP TO GOD AND HIS "REAL" FAMILY, AND I FELT CONFLICTED... BECAUSE WHAT I REALLY WANTED WAS HIM TO BE PARALYZED LIKE IN METALLICA "ONE" AND FORCED TO WATCH ME HITTING HIS EX-GF AND HIS MOM AT THE SAME TIME. THAT WAS A SICK FANTASY THOUGH, SO I FIGURED, QUE SERA, SERA.
I ALSO DECIDEDTO NEVER, EVER CALL THAT PERSON, EVEN THOUGH I COULD, BECAUSE, LET'S FACE IT, DO I REALLY NEED TO TAKE EVERYONE'S WIMMIN'S AWAY, ONE BY ONE? NO, NOT REALLY. JUST DAVID'S. IT'S A LITTLE GAME WE PLAY. IT'S JUST FOR FUN! I GIVE THEM RIGHT BACK. THERE'S NO COERCION, ALTHOUGH HOW THIS STEAMING PILE OF ANTEATER CORPSES CAN GET -THAT- MANY WOMEN TO FALL FOR HIS SCRIPT-KIDDY FIRECODE TRAPS... WELL, I WASN'T THERE, AND I'VE FIXED THE EXPLOIT, AND NOT ONLY THAT, TAKEN RIGHTS BACK THAT WERE LOST, CORRECTED IMBALANCES... THIS HOW THINGGS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE, FOR DAVID AND i, AT LEAST.
HE SEEMS CONTINUALLY SURPRISED... LIKE, HE'S NEVER BEEN VICE-PRESIDENT BEFORE? I MEAN, I DO LOVE HIM, BUT HOLY SHIT, THIS WAS A WHOLE LOT OF WORK TO MAKE MYSELF AND ANOTHER #1 SO THOSE TWO NINCOMPOOPS COULD BE #2... BECAUSE APPARENTLY IF THEY ARE LEFT AT THE TOP, i TOTALLY GET DISTRACTED AND THEN THOSE TWO GET TRAFFICKED AND THEN... WELL, FUCK IT, HE CAN FIX IT NEXT TIME.
YEAH. JEW, REMEMBER? AND SHE'S A WOMAN WHO WAS SURPRISED SHE WASN'T ALLOWED TO ARGUE WITH A STATE TROOPER. HE HAS HER ON VIDEO. "MA'AM, YOU WERE SPEEDING!"
Seriously. I wish I could have been there--I had claimed I would have driven her, and I probably would have, but she must have started to notice that I didn't really give a shit what she was up to, considering it involved shtloads of drugs and sex with other people who thought it would be funny to see what "special consequences" were. They were the only special ones that ever could have been, huh?
Yeah, so I never saw the video, but she describes what happened, and I instantly know: "reckless driving sting, and they are ready to roll it out at the moment I just so happen to not be in the mood to put up with being hollered at by a woman who lied to Clergy about needing help with her children.. because one of them isn't a child, it's a golem, and the two kids are twins, and hostage, and she didn't think she could just say out loud, because they told her that they would just instantly kill me if she tried to talk to me, and I am thinking.... "this is some fucking bullshit. she's just embarassed and these are pimpmongering thugs, they just bark orders at her until she's in a state of learned helplessness, and now after how long? Now this comes out? Oh, what a classic pincer move. I'm supposed to feel bad for her "hostage situation."
But I know, what she cannot imagine I know. For if I did, why would I still be around? SHE'S GONNA DECAPITATE ME AND ABSORB MY ESSENCE. (It's not really for class. Still, kinda classy to imagine. In reality: relentless screeching whilst madly hacking away at my neck and shoulder, no sense or reason, just total wild-eyed madness, and I won't lie: that's fucking hot.
The part where I'm gonna be dead would suck, although, to be fair, since she would be doing this alone, as her family was sick of her bullshit, they just wanted her to die, but she was afraid she'd lose her children, and she would, she'd wake up and barely remember who she was, and she'd have "children," alright... the next two Hansel & Gretels.
Sounds insane and impossible, right? I KNOW! That's probably why Rubini was of no concern to me, because he promised her that he could do what I do, close enough, and I simply listened to her concerns and mostly just said, "yeah, don't worry about that."
Now, had she started with, "A CORRUPT FEDERAL AGENT WITH A SEVERE HISTORY OF ABUSE OF POWER ISSUES, THAT ARE ON GODDAM RECORD, HE'S A SERIAL RAPIST, RIGHT? BUT ONLY MILTARY PROPRETY, BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO BREAK A LAW, BUT HE DOES WANT TO BREAK A NATIVE BITCH, BECAUSE... yeah, so, I guess that's someone that some of you might have thought was "Mike."
Add in to the fact that I was rather under the impression that the only person who I ever actually liked it when they called me that was someone I assumed dead or just astonishingly dimwitted, well, no. Not exactly.
And that's what I've been dealing with. Until recently. Now, I should just shut up and get a job, right Tex Splesh Crew? I'll rememver that you suggested that... and so will everyone else who ever heard that shit. "We're just having fun! I'm not making jokes about weight!" lol. Look, she maybe deserved all of this... but, did I? Well, not at first
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Very Cool! :o
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Thanks for the heads-up, Jackstar. ;)
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Yeah, one of those days I guess. I feel like that guy in the second Indiana Jones movie who kept on reaching into people's bodies and taking out their heart and then throwing them into a volcano to gain his power... was really wasting some good protein there.
OM NOM NOM
and what was he going to do with Kate Capshaw? seriously, this woman married.. who? I'll let you look it up, so obviously she didn't even have a heart and then she was going to be lowered into lava along with her snatch.
And the guy was already on stage? just one wasted opportunity after another. I begin to think that they tanked the whole series on purpose because Georgie & Stevie couldn't agree on licensing deals. Who put those two pedofucks in charge, I'll never fucking know.
like think about it, who thinks they're in charge and actually is in charge and parades around on stage thinking that people are buying it? fucking Criminally insane murderers, that's who, and I can't believe the revolution has become faster in Hollywood. what the hell is slowing them down? oh, I just remembered what it must be...
ALL ACTORS ARE IDIOTS AND CONGENITALLY RETARDED TO BOOT. it's fucking settled science! Open season! DOG FUCKING BASEBALLS WITH A FROG AS UMPIRE WHILE CATS HERD UP AND PUSH.
G-d, I wish I had film on that at 23:00.Talk about asses in seats forever. p.s.: I'm ready to be a character witness in the other matter. YOU KNOW, THE ONE I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT, BUT I STILL FUCKING KNOW ANYWAY, BECAUSE TOUCHING MYSELF WHILE HEARING THEM TELL ME IN MY MIND HOW GOOD IT WAS TO KNOCK EACH OTHER THE FUCK OUT IS SOMETHING THAT GETS ME HARD WITHOUT FAIL.
I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING. ALSO: SOMEONE NEEDS TO PAY TO DEPOSE ME, BECAUSE THE DISCOVERY IN MY EMAIL INBOX IS STILL UNREAD, BOTH COPIES, AND I CAN ONLY WITHSTAND THE TEMPTATION FOR SO LONG.
I KNOW WHY I'VE BEEN KEPT ON ICE.
THERE IS NOTHING KEEPING ME THERE
OTHER THAN MY MEREST WHIM.
THE MOMENT I GET TIRED OF WATCHING YOU FUCKING FREAKS DANCE FOR ME, THAT'S FUCKING IT. “COOL IT.” I JUST CLAP MY HANDS AND SAY THAT AND *POOF* YOU ALL TURN INTO THE NUTCRACKER WITH THE MICE AND FUCKING EVERYTHING FALLING DOWN AROUND YOUR EARS LIKE G-D DAMN JERICHO ON STEROIDS AND A LOW CARB SUGAR CRASH.
“WHOOSH-THUMP.” THAT'S ALL THAT'S LEFT OF YOU BELLGAB, A SOUND EFFECT AND MY FUCKING ANNOYANCE, WHICH IS CLEARLY THE STUFF OF FUCKING LEGEND. AND THIS IS JUST ME TALKING.
ART BELL STILL DEAD, JOLLY ROGER STILL NEITHER HOISTED NOR UNFURLED, HO HO HO, NOW I LOOK NONCHALANT, YOU CRAZY SON OF A BITCH.
AND, WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE? WELL, FOR ONE THING, A PERSON WITH ABSURDLY TOO MUCH FUCKING FREE TIME TO BE TOO BUSY TO TAKE MY FUCKING PHONE CALLS, LEAVE ME ON READ, AND THEN CONSPIRE BEHIND THE SCENES WITH NO LESS THAN FIVE FUCKING FEDERAL AGENCIES TO DO, I DON'T KNOW FUCKING WHAT BESIDES MAKE A BIG FUCKING MESS, BUT IT MUST BE FUCKING SOMETHING.
Yes, I'm sure you did think it was a big deal, but no it's not it's just you being an idiot.
AND MY FUCKING HAND HURTS FOR WHAT?
OH IT'S AN EMERGENCY?
IF THAT'S WHAT YOU THOUGHT BEFORE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE NOW, UNLESS IT'S AN AUSTRIAN BACONATOR FAKING HIS DEATH SO HIS CHILD DOESN'T KNOW WHAT A FUCKING LOSER REALLY LOOKS LIKE, NOT REALLY ON BOARD FOR THAT I NEED THAT BIG FAT SILVER LOUNGE LIZARD TO PAY HIS BILLS.
AND, I'M NOT PAYING HIS CLIQUE.
But those children will be telling stories about me for decades to come. I'm going to have to start charging for autographs... and wouldn't you know it? You hate to see it... another immigrant taking your job.
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Yeah, one of those days I guess. I feel like that guy in the second Indiana Jones movie who kept on reaching into people's bodies and taking out their heart and then throwing them into a volcano to gain his power... was really wasting some good protein there.
OM NOM NOM
and what was he going to do with Kate Capshaw? seriously, this woman married.. who? I'll let you look it up, so obviously she didn't even have a heart and then she was going to be lowered into lava along with her snatch.
And the guy was already on stage? just one wasted opportunity after another. I begin to think that they tanked the whole series on purpose because Georgie & Stevie couldn't agree on licensing deals. Who put those two pedofucks in charge, I'll never fucking know.
like think about it, who thinks they're in charge and actually is in charge and parades around on stage thinking that people are buying it? fucking Criminally insane murderers, that's who, and I can't believe the revolution has become faster in Hollywood. what the hell is slowing them down? oh, I just remembered what it must be...
ALL ACTORS ARE IDIOTS AND CONGENITALLY RETARDED TO BOOT. it's fucking settled science! Open season! DOG FUCKING BASEBALLS WITH A FROG AS UMPIRE WHILE CATS HERD UP AND PUSH.
G-d, I wish I had film on that at 23:00.Talk about asses in seats forever. p.s.: I'm ready to be a character witness in the other matter. YOU KNOW, THE ONE I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT, BUT I STILL FUCKING KNOW ANYWAY, BECAUSE TOUCHING MYSELF WHILE HEARING THEM TELL ME IN MY MIND HOW GOOD IT WAS TO KNOCK EACH OTHER THE FUCK OUT IS SOMETHING THAT GETS ME HARD WITHOUT FAIL.
I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING. ALSO: SOMEONE NEEDS TO PAY TO DEPOSE ME, BECAUSE THE DISCOVERY IN MY EMAIL INBOX IS STILL UNREAD, BOTH COPIES, AND I CAN ONLY WITHSTAND THE TEMPTATION FOR SO LONG.
I KNOW WHY I'VE BEEN KEPT ON ICE.
THERE IS NOTHING KEEPING ME THERE
OTHER THAN MY MEREST WHIM.
THE MOMENT I GET TIRED OF WATCHING YOU FUCKING FREAKS DANCE FOR ME, THAT'S FUCKING IT. “COOL IT.” I JUST CLAP MY HANDS AND SAY THAT AND *POOF* YOU ALL TURN INTO THE NUTCRACKER WITH THE MICE AND FUCKING EVERYTHING FALLING DOWN AROUND YOUR EARS LIKE G-D DAMN JERICHO ON STEROIDS AND A LOW CARB SUGAR CRASH.
“WHOOSH-THUMP.” THAT'S ALL THAT'S LEFT OF YOU BELLGAB, A SOUND EFFECT AND MY FUCKING ANNOYANCE, WHICH IS CLEARLY THE STUFF OF FUCKING LEGEND. AND THIS IS JUST ME TALKING.
ART BELL STILL DEAD, JOLLY ROGER STILL NEITHER HOISTED NOR UNFURLED, HO HO HO, NOW I LOOK NONCHALANT, YOU CRAZY SON OF A BITCH.
AND, WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE? WELL, FOR ONE THING, A PERSON WITH ABSURDLY TOO MUCH FUCKING FREE TIME TO BE TOO BUSY TO TAKE MY FUCKING PHONE CALLS, LEAVE ME ON READ, AND THEN CONSPIRE BEHIND THE SCENES WITH NO LESS THAN FIVE FUCKING FEDERAL AGENCIES TO DO, I DON'T KNOW FUCKING WHAT BESIDES MAKE A BIG FUCKING MESS, BUT IT MUST BE FUCKING SOMETHING.
Yes, I'm sure you did think it was a big deal, but no it's not it's just you being an idiot.
AND MY FUCKING HAND HURTS FOR WHAT?
OH IT'S AN EMERGENCY?
IF THAT'S WHAT YOU THOUGHT BEFORE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE NOW, UNLESS IT'S AN AUSTRIAN BACONATOR FAKING HIS DEATH SO HIS CHILD DOESN'T KNOW WHAT A FUCKING LOSER REALLY LOOKS LIKE, NOT REALLY ON BOARD FOR THAT I NEED THAT BIG FAT SILVER LOUNGE LIZARD TO PAY HIS BILLS.
AND, I'M NOT PAYING HIS CLIQUE.
But those children will be telling stories about me for decades to come. I'm going to have to start charging for autographs... and wouldn't you know it? You hate to see it... another immigrant taking your job.
::)
Dude, how fucking high are you?!
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Dude, how fucking high are you?!
I don't have any drugs. I don't have any vehicles that work, I don't even know where to go to get any drugs, I have no knowledge or capacity to manufacture any drugs, and none of your sniveling, flatworm-like undercover agents have come over to bring drugs, so obviously I'm not high at all, this is JUST ME WHEN I WRITE and MY HAND HURTS and I tell you what's really going on, which is you being a fucking called out in the headlights and foot lights to be the bitch-baby bunny in the fucking hole fucker, that you fucking are.
Also, most people think being “high” is a good thing, so the fact that you think that it's bad for me to call you out on your bullshit and then it must be the result of me being “high,” and “on drugs,” is pretty much part and parcel your entire response to anything that you don't fucking want to hear about: which is that you are a fucking busted piece of shit motherfucker, motherfucker.
I told you your organization was obsolete. Now, you've observed yourself shooting Old Yeller and claiming your taking one for the team... and this is going to take how many more years?
You just invalidated your entire agency's yearly budget with just one case... and you think you're doing something cool by fucking bullying the lonely fat kid! Get over yourself, Punyling bully.
you're a short punie, and you make your living off of bullying other punies that are taller than you so you think you're doing the good fight by... being an underdog. And you think I need to get an honest job. nd you've whined and cried about how you can just get a job fucking anywhere in the entire goddam world just by holding your hand and crying about it in semaphore. but supposedly there's something wrong with what I'm doing, which basically amounts to teaching you your fucking business without having to fucking do it from a fucking jail cell. See look at that, just like that, I'm saving the taxpayer money. What have you saved anyone from, ever, including your own sibling? tell me all about your vengeance and vindication that's happening right now. I'm curious. is it just that you want to rape my mouth, or are you some hopped up fucking crank agent on a steroid binge? Other than look like an idiot, I don't know what it is that you do around here, so the fuck you think you have fucking room to opine about my vehicle situation at all is a fucking mystery of the fucking ages, Mister Obstruction Of Justice. Just because you fuckheads think you made this all up in your little fucking storyboard session doesn't mean much of anything because when that_woman (DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO? ARE YOU EVEN SURE? HOW COULD THAT BE? WELCOME TO WITNESS TAMPERING: ATTEMPTED, AND... LUCKY YOU! IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR INVESTIGATION CREW WILL HAVE A WHOLE BUNCH OF SHIT TO LOOK INTO NOW. LET ME ASK YOU SOMETHING, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN AUDITED BY AN ANGRY LESBIAN GANG IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT? WELL, DON'T WORRY, YOU'RE NOT ABOUT TO BE EITHER, P.S.: PAJAMA PARTY AND TWILIGHT SAGA WATCHFEST AT MY HOUSE COMING UP REAL SOON, and no of course I've never seen it, and yes of course I can hardly wait, I want to have popcorn flown in from Georgia) called the police and LIED TO DISPATCH VIA WIRELESS, you triggered an actual investigation involving real crimes — this kind of thing, you may not realize, is fucking handled by actual people with legitimate work ethics and legal mortal moral authority, not just fucking idiots who just freaking pretend to have oversight (or any reason fucking to run your fucking yap off at all) like you. You and your ilk. You still have no idea of the fucking shitstorm that you created for yourself fucking two and a half years ago, let alone what you've done just fucking today. No, now you're busy fucking complaining about how I look like I'm high on drugs while telling you how my hand hurts while some fuckhead has been spending three fucking months lying to my goddam face about what the fuck he's doing and acting as though giving him money is what I need to fucking do as well as who I need to fucking talk to for legal advice, the three of you —don't ask me who— are the most obnoxious gang of fucktarded numbskulls I've ever seen in my entire fucking life, and believe me... I am not the only one paying attention.
You are fucking stupid.
You're so grossly overprivileged there's no point in telling you how good you've got it because you're never going to have enough time to fucking figure it out before you're fucking dead and gone again, enjoying the only thing that you think is all right: a neurotoxin that doesn't get you high, it gets you drunk so you can sleep at night. But at least you don't have to dial down your interior weeping and lie to a doctor in order to get them to fail to notice what you really need, which is a fucking internment in a fucking psych ward... unless, of course, you can just drink yourself to unconscious every night for the rest of your life.
Oh but at least it's not benzos. And you're not shoplifting the booze right? oh good citizen coming nice citizen you get biscuit... wait no actually: fuck you. Why don't you clap your fins and bark like a seal for a fucking fish biscuit, motherfucker? Show us all how cool you are while laying it down... you know: The Smackdown.
Do you think it involves face punching? that's probably because you can't stop yourself from ever, face-first and wallet wide open... walking directly into a bar.
So obviously telling me that I can't control myself as a great idea, Jesus hold my eyes while I roll them myself, fuckin’ boxcars.
You are pathetic.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7QZNChEN5Y
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https://youtu.be/RGbJKoU-1L4
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https://youtu.be/RGbJKoU-1L4
I heard that this is common, core behavior.
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I heard that this is common, core behavior.
Hey, Rabbi! Whatcha doin'?
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Hey, Rabbi! Whatcha doin'?
https://www.reddit.com/r/dndmemes/comments/10mv2co/looks_like_we_won_this_one_everyone_gets_one/?%24deep_link=true&correlation_id=566087cc-c317-4b0d-83f2-ebe40e03cdd1&post_fullname=t3_10mv2co&post_index=2&ref=email_digest&ref_campaign=email_digest&ref_source=email&utm_content=post_title&utm_medium=Email+Amazon+SES&%243p=e_as&_branch_match_id=1011130693790204195&_branch_referrer=H4sIAAAAAAAAA22Q3WrDMAyFnya7S5rGWVsGZQzGXkO4tpKI%2Bg9baba3n9xuuxrIcPgOR0d4YU7lZbfLaC1xp1PqHIXrTqXXZhhVOiPo8iQyZpopaAdrduelphr11gwfMtu2dT95E72ALM8G69FjESnQY%2BAq972%2FDSaKcjFeCzi6ImwyMQAvVCAGBLxh%2FqpiRr6TWqOkabSICep9jXrnvIpxMDFndJpJNpAV%2Fnw49KejMa1R%2B2M7XnrbntQ0tHjBscdeGWv3kkuxMEyrc0F7rOsU%2FB33MClY%2FBRnEJBxEoVekwNLMxZ%2BQDDaJ01z%2BN8tcc0Gfz2BK3swMbB8h9B7DRM7%2FAZicOEKhwEAAA%3D%3D (https://www.reddit.com/r/dndmemes/comments/10mv2co/looks_like_we_won_this_one_everyone_gets_one/?%24deep_link=true&correlation_id=566087cc-c317-4b0d-83f2-ebe40e03cdd1&post_fullname=t3_10mv2co&post_index=2&ref=email_digest&ref_campaign=email_digest&ref_source=email&utm_content=post_title&utm_medium=Email+Amazon+SES&%243p=e_as&_branch_match_id=1011130693790204195&_branch_referrer=H4sIAAAAAAAAA22Q3WrDMAyFnya7S5rGWVsGZQzGXkO4tpKI%2Bg9baba3n9xuuxrIcPgOR0d4YU7lZbfLaC1xp1PqHIXrTqXXZhhVOiPo8iQyZpopaAdrduelphr11gwfMtu2dT95E72ALM8G69FjESnQY%2BAq972%2FDSaKcjFeCzi6ImwyMQAvVCAGBLxh%2FqpiRr6TWqOkabSICep9jXrnvIpxMDFndJpJNpAV%2Fnw49KejMa1R%2B2M7XnrbntQ0tHjBscdeGWv3kkuxMEyrc0F7rOsU%2FB33MClY%2FBRnEJBxEoVekwNLMxZ%2BQDDaJ01z%2BN8tcc0Gfz2BK3swMbB8h9B7DRM7%2FAZicOEKhwEAAA%3D%3D)
Technically this is still the first one. So there: actually free.
>WAIT
“Time doesn't pass until I say so.” A blood-curdling scream is heard.
>CHRIST, FIX THAT
“Cambridge Rogers on it.” Sounded like Team British Raj to me, I won't lie: they have a Team America don't they, so fuck youEWE, that's Wye!WHY ASK?
¥^¥⁰Y∆^⁰
{HOTFIX: COLON. *t's not always the colon. Sometimes it's the coccyx. I'll explain later, I'm tired. feels like I've been working for days, actually; NO, NO OVERTIME HEHE}
>WAIT
Good g*★jboiYnotNK, and yeah you thought you'd never see the day, A Yank that can speak English ;-) Martindale [punkt NOT FOUND]
I'll leave that one for somebody else to fix in the morning
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0delWUGh9M
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I got cancer instead.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0delWUGh9M
Could be worse.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jO7tk4icEYo
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jO7tk4icEYo
(https://i.postimg.cc/nVGpHbs1/Turkey-Earthquake-Horror.png) (https://postimg.cc/dD3zBfj7)
https://theduran.locals.com/post/3499452/not-an-endorsement-of-this-particular-video-or-channel-nor-am-i-suggesting-this-was-the-cause-of-th
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My friend lives near there.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEqMZn5gAQA
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFPuLNHCEeU
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This is the Mountain where I used to live. :-*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcTlYXAwHes
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcQiC4I6jbU
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bY37Ihft4wI
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bY37Ihft4wI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtgD5-NegDE
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfT4C88rd1U&t=45s
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gFn4BvNDt44
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGV1LKzclUY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGV1LKzclUY
The ones to really watch, according to the Cayce readings, are Mount Vesuvius or Mount Pelée.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1TRz-GGgbU
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SsJZkT0MmU
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhRgiPJsN40
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kv8nWgtO9YU
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The locals are suspicious:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-Zmz2Z8JE8
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This is suspicious:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JEQRPkC-aE
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTJiRSoA4lY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzmzd5RJev8
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWqrXxi_CSc
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwmRAw0Fvf4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xam32zi4mvg
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkuxK_SXkcY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqyUzdP0e90
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t32RbQq10mE
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tE9Wmt4DiM
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvB84424jJ4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C12J-x6PYTc
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I stumbled across this excellent nature documentary. David Attenborough, no less. The man knows of what he speaks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EG4JL6ntJsw
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The great awakening continues:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kucBwSreXJI
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The great awakening continues:
Watch out for that snooze alarm in Albuquerque: it's a doozy.
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Watch out for that snooze alarm in Albuquerque: it's a doozy.
Droll. Very droll.
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Droll. Very droll.
There are other things I would prefer to have been doing with my time, but I can assure you, the results have almost but not quite yet been completely worth the expenditure of my time.
Look at the bright side: you have absolutely no rivals left for (Clas.) affections except (PROT), (Blank), and some boring and stupid fat kid--and it's clear that Dan Schneider is on board with the program. Looks like, just sign a few checks and fake one more death and it's a year's labor, done in a dusty dusted day!
... what? No kudos? Weak.
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There are other things I would prefer to have been doing with my time, but I can assure you, the results have almost but not quite yet been completely worth the expenditure of my time.
Look at the bright side: you have absolutely no rivals left for (Clas.) affections except (PROT), (Blank), and some boring and stupid fat kid--and it's clear that Dan Schneider is on board with the program. Looks like, just sign a few checks and fake one more death and it's a year's labor, done in a dusty dusted day!
... what? No kudos? Weak.
Unitelligible.
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Unitelligible.
Yeah, to you. Mission accomplished.
Have you ever tried to question the nature of the surprise party that you were supposed to forget you helped plan? If so, the widow of the man assigned to tie up the loose ends is not going to be entitled to any compensation; it'll just start falling from the sky like rain after a jumbo-jet dumping nanoparticulates mixxed in with its jetfuel would.
Look, I just can't even with you. Someone (not naming names here) destroyed my communicatons appartatus while they were busy seducing my friend, so, whatever happened to make all of you nerds suddenly wake up and smell the Stepford/Straford Coffee Blend (it's a gift!) all at once, well, instead of handling numerous communications from old friends cheerfully, gladly, and elegantly?
I'm just going to ignore all these messages and go write love poetry to my (blank). Kinda like Proust if he had been wildly in love with someone actually beautiful. All to get her altogether alltogether now: "WOW, WHAT'S THAT LIKE?"
&, I don't even care. Grumble^3. Play some angsty music and slam your own bedroom door for once, I'm so sick of this bullshit the whole fucking species can go extinct for all I care. IT HAPPENED TO PANDAS. So bored, can't even be arsed to care when fertility is removed from the human genome.
And now I have heartburn. This is all your fau... oh, no it isn't. I'm just hungry. Bored of eating too. Great. Anyway, if this doesn't cheer you up or change your mind, good. Don't ever change, I mean that sincerely--and have a nice moon landing. Wear a sweater, it'll be cold.
Not as cold as it is in space, but the green cheese produces a marked chilling effect when you act like you're not the one cutting it into pieces. Because you did, you are, and let me sharpen that up for you while you go look for more people to come around back and PUSH.
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I stumbled
someone post billy idol and leave my bandwidth alone. you private people should remember to stay that way: LISTENING INTENTLY FROM SHADOWS IS A VIOLENT ACT.
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Yeah, to you. Mission accomplished.
Have you ever tried to question the nature of the surprise party that you were supposed to forget you helped plan? If so, the widow of the man assigned to tie up the loose ends is not going to be entitled to any compensation; it'll just start falling from the sky like rain after a jumbo-jet dumping nanoparticulates mixxed in with its jetfuel would.
Look, I just can't even with you. Someone (not naming names here) destroyed my communicatons appartatus while they were busy seducing my friend, so, whatever happened to make all of you nerds suddenly wake up and smell the Stepford/Straford Coffee Blend (it's a gift!) all at once, well, instead of handling numerous communications from old friends cheerfully, gladly, and elegantly?
I'm just going to ignore all these messages and go write love poetry to my (blank). Kinda like Proust if he had been wildly in love with someone actually beautiful. All to get her altogether alltogether now: "WOW, WHAT'S THAT LIKE?"
&, I don't even care. Grumble^3. Play some angsty music and slam your own bedroom door for once, I'm so sick of this bullshit the whole fucking species can go extinct for all I care. IT HAPPENED TO PANDAS. So bored, can't even be arsed to care when fertility is removed from the human genome.
And now I have heartburn. This is all your fau... oh, no it isn't. I'm just hungry. Bored of eating too. Great. Anyway, if this doesn't cheer you up or change your mind, good. Don't ever change, I mean that sincerely--and have a nice moon landing. Wear a sweater, it'll be cold.
Not as cold as it is in space, but the green cheese produces a marked chilling effect when you act like you're not the one cutting it into pieces. Because you did, you are, and let me sharpen that up for you while you go look for more people to come around back and PUSH.
Your whole mission is to be unintelligible to me?! ???
Keep aiming high! :D
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWw21kCy34w
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Your whole mission is to be unintelligible to me?! ???
In that particular post it was deemed crucial to disallow any possible way for you (and certain select others) to triangulate anyone's identity. It would be difficult indeed to overstate the importance of leaving you (and certain select others) in the dark on the matter referenced, but I'll give it a shot: maintaining plausible deniability is top-tier self-care.
I am not on any missions at present other than to maintain a positive attitude. While my personal preference would be that all of all y'all youse wiseguys start explaining various things, to me, in public, in exquisite detail; as you are not, never have, and seemingly never will, it seems that this is another case of "meanings conveyed to me, but not to thee!"
Keep aiming high! :D
The aim was as broad as Heaven is wide.
Consider the following: you complain when I am too specific. Now you are complaining that I am not intelligible in my specificity. (Standards.) And in the context of intelligibility, I am matching your own, post by post, email by email, each by each, allowing the chips to fall where they may.
I do not control the chips. I do not control the chipper. I do control the wood -- certain select pieces of lumber. And because of that, some critical nuance has been lost. (Thank you, Jesus!)
If it is a disappointment that my echoes of your own standards do not reach the heights that you would prefer, consider how very low you have set the bar for excellence to be followed. Consider also how many allies you have worked with in order to accomplish your mission(s). Who are they? What have they been? Are you satisfied with the objectives that you have accomplished? I am more than partially curious. Perhaps not immensely curious, but curious nonetheless.
I think perhaps we have an understanding here. Yet the greatest danger in communication is the illusion that it has actually taken place. Now here's more plausible deniability instead of Metron with the weather.
someone post billy idol
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiMFvx43vpw
LISTENING INTENTLY FROM SHADOWS IS A VIOLENT ACT.
*politely* listening. Try it sometime. You know how to listen politely, don't you? Typically, it starts by picking up the phone and saying, "Hello."
leave my bandwidth alone. you private people should remember to stay that way
It is right about now that you may have the sudden dawning realization that for someone who fucked up as badly as you once have--once--it really was terrifically nice of me to have reported that I experienced a sudden burst of EMF causing garbled communications while listening to your report as you flew back in to base, Blue Thunder.
Lymangood owe ewe T.
p.s.: Don't ever betray your country again, or I'll send Bitchfruit out into the yard to fetch me a fresh switch.
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The locals are suspicious:
Well: they may as well suspect the moon.
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Calling you an idiot would be an insult to actual idiots (who dwarf your intellect, BTW).
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Calling you an idiot would be an insult to actual idiots (who dwarf your intellect, BTW).
Without the ability to make friends, nothing in life means anything. I have no reason to do anything except to find the people who are interfering with my communications and stop them.
I do not even know what happened but I know that I have no friends that are not merely paid actors and I refuse to allow any new friendships to form. I will not endure watching people I care about be tortured.
Calling you an idiot
You cannot call me at all.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oro78Z6RNvs
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDHa_qQz61E
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrvyQj56-PQ
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlpUQHXFLAY
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcBRaRcK2So
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRbYB20fAUg
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcBRaRcK2So
(Ding! Ding! Ding!) And, just like that💨,s\heīT¡Sidhe\№.\N°.\/V∆§ g⁰ⁿê.
I actually have to go throw up now. My ongoing whirled apology {REALM/WORLD}×TOUR will continue after these important messages:
.Ī.åM.∆§OURÇE‡ERRØR..
I am 🅱️kKüM🍯rē–MORSE‡ŒSTROY(HER)0ffV\/Vvvith words.
👁️💕👻🫵🤮
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I actually have to go throw up now.
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How many parsecs? FRĒŒDÖM
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How many parsecs? FRĒŒDÖM
Less than 12.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkGl0PbyAPA
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5A_rL9rICd8
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqbzqtaVnhw
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Less than 12.
Wookie-frei as well. Hot damn, you're gonna be richer than Crœsus &AND Midas put together!
I knew ewe would not let üs down. You had that look in your eye, b∞∞∞∞μ...
🪶👀
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-WFVw6DqSM
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https://www.youtube.com/shorts/bnqrI14IszQ